I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around as my friends walked past us off the path of the dirt road. It was hot and the sun seemed to scream past the shade of the waterless dam we were exploring at the Parque Ecologico La Huasteca.

“She wants to know if she can touch your hair,” the women said “and take a picture with you?”

I looked down at the no more than seven-year-old girl she was shoving towards me.

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