Embarrassment felt a lot like overexposure. Like one of those dreams where you realize midway through your presentation you aren’t wearing pants and everyone is laughing at you. Only I wasn’t dreaming and thankfully I had my pants on. I was in the Publix parking lot and my dad’s hand was stretched out to me. He wanted me to hold it. I wanted to disappear. I hated the stares we would get by holding hands. My small black hand in his large white one.