India and Niece

: Cows roam freely, they don't bother us and we don't bother them, according to Globe and Mail. My family and I had been to India before, but last November was the first time we brought a few white bodies with us: my sister-in-law, Newfoundland born and raised, and my niece, a biracial little bean who looks whiter than all of us. Aunties stand on their stoops sipping kava, a chai made with cardamom and cinnamon and other secrets our mothers won't tell us. This is a catch-all ASF view; only displays when an unsupported article type is put in an ASF drop zone My niece didn't want to go to India at first – she claimed that everyone there smelled bad and were poor – but my parents and her parents brushed it off easily. Months before the trip, I picked her up and looked at her porcelain skin and blue eyes and asked, I'm brown. Only I seemed irritated by it, by her refusal to identify as Indian, to ignore the Hindu roots of her first name, the Kashmiri roots of her last. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.