Going Back

“Your name tag has to say where you’re from. What do you want me to put?” My boss smiled politely as he waited for my answer.

“Can you put Costa Rica?” I asked, and he laughed before saying, “Sure.”

I wasn’t from Costa Rica. I had just spent a year living there, but I was in reality a fair, blue-eyed, white girl who had grown up a couple of towns away from the ski resort where I now worked. It’s just that I was…