A man walking his dog eyed the U.S. plates on our car. You people shouldnt be here, he sneered.

My husband, children and I were in the midst of a socially distanced reunion with my father outside the AirBnB we were quarantined in, blocks away from where I was born in North Toronto. We had travelled from Montclair, N.J. to visit my family, who we hadnt seen since the beginning of the pandemic.

Wait Im one of you, I thought. I may live in America, but I am Canadian. If I dont belong here, then I dont belong anywhere.