Until they were twelve, Sylvia and Baiyang had never seen a white person except on TV. For years they thought that all white people were actors. How terrible, they said, to be born to play someone else, to never be your own body. They thought it was sad to live onscreen like that, never known by your own name. There were a few in their seventh-grade class, but Sylvia assumed they were just rehearsing for their future roles, practicing the characters they’d soon appear as.
