Since I grew up, I always heard of inheritance as a good thing, but the older I got, the more I realized that was a white thing, apparently. Another I was tricked into the thing I could look forward to. I didn’t have some glowing substantial thing to look forward to when I reached of age, or some secret way to get ahead of life. Instead, the system gave me nothing to look forward too. Instead, I’ve developed an inherited perception, a kind of eyesight, like a pair of enhanced goggles that force me to see double. When I started wanting to drive, it wasn’t just that teenaged excitement of independence right at my fingertips, in addition, I had a talking to that if I make one adolescent mistake, it could be my life I lose not just my license. When I wanted to go to the pool during hot city summers, instead of just relaxing into the happiness of summer fun with my friends, I was worried that my hair would be ruined, that I would be seen as the pool weirdo for wearing swimming caps and grocery bag on my head for extra protection, because they didn’t make caps large enough to stuff my hair. When my brother, who was a rainbow baby, was born, my thoughts didn’t just center on the new joy of being a big sister, it echoed the worry of parents who were concerned my mother wasn’t going to receive the proper care she needed. Would I not be a big sister for the second time? My inheritance is one that has been taken on a thousandfold and I don’t want it anymore.