Unlike my sibs, I do not look white, altho I have a white mother. I do not get treated like a Latvian, the way the blond-haired blue-eyed cousins on this side of the family do. Complexion-wise, I look more like my father, who was from India. But among Indians, I am also ‘not Indian enough’ or not the right type of Indian…. This in-betweenness can be isolating, but it has also allowed my a unique perspective. I believe my thinking has, of necessity, evolved to be less ‘group-bound’.