Most Colorful Kid in the Class

“There’s no such place as Fillateens! You’re Chinese! My mommy said so!”

(shrug) “It’s PHILIPPINES and it’s real! I’m not lying!”

(multiple glares all around) “Fine, Fillateens! You’re it!”

(scattering)

I chase them all, my black hair like a flag waving proudly with each tag.

“You run good and talk good!”

“That’s right! Better get used to me and watch out!”

EB 1984. Too different for many then, and still for some now.