The five of us girls were a pride of lions eating hamburgers in a cafeteria.
A little boy walked along the pavement and stopped in front of the picture window that faced our table. He started shouting.
We smiled.
“How adorable.”
We had never seen a white child in our country.
Eventually, we realized he was yelling at us.
“Leave, Asian! China go home!”
We avoided eye-contacting at each other and withdrew into silence.
When I looked down, lettuce on the plates awaited for a flock of sheep.