The moment when self realized she and André Dubus III are from different races: p. 163, House of Sand and Fog
But I recall my daughter’s face, the fashion in which she regarded me at her homecoming dinner, the aggressive and rude way in which she all the night long repeatedly apologized for the family’s present living situation by recalling our old life. How will she regard her mother, brother, and me living in a cottage in a place such as San Bruno perhaps? Or Daly City with all those Filipino people? Will she be too ashamed to visit?