Antediluvian
I Monday. Shift ends at six in the morning. The fx trip home could have been a breezy affair. Nothing special, except that when I checked the passengers around me, they were all high-bridged, browned eyed kids on their way to school. In their clean white uniforms, reading notes and photocopied books, I was the odd one with my brown skin, flat nose and drab clothes. You see them everywhere