It was against the rules.
The Japanese soldiers didn’t like it.
Everything looked much the same as it always had… But something was different somehow.
I was a prisoner now.
The normal, every day Japanese people stood around like everything was okay, but I knew from the looks on their faces that it wasn’t. They knew it too. They were good at pretending though. I wasn’t. I never had been. My facial expressions gave me away. But then, I was gaijin; an alien living in a country that wasn’t my own. I didn’t know how to act. I didn’t know what to say and when I did say something, it was always inappropriate. Sometimes I wondered why I was there at all.
And then I remembered.
My Japanese father.
No one would have suspected that I was haafu.
I hated that word more than anything.
Was I less of a person because one parent was white?
Yes, this concentration camp was evidence of that.
But I had smiled all the same.
And the solider who had smiled back at me… Yes he was one of my kind too.
This was going to get interesting.