
Thank You For Askingby Raima Amin“Where are you from?” I sigh, exhausted. I am not tired physically; my shift has only begun, but I’m worn out by these persistent four words, posed as a question, which seem to follow me everywhere without reprieve. Where do I begin this time? “Oh, I was born and raised here.” I try to appear as if the question surprised me, to make them doubt whatever prompted them to ask. Sometimes, if I say these words just right, or if the patient is already disoriented due to age or illness, I’ll catch a look of embarrassment cross their faces. “Oh, I’m sorry,” they’ll say. “For some reason, your skin just looked a little...