In grade one, I moved to the town in Ontario where I spent my childhood. I was greeted with the humble life of Saturday night swim lessons and walks with my father at Bellewood park. And at school, I grew accustomed to my homogenous group of young classmates; in spite of being the only non-white child. Content with the way things were, I couldn’t have foreseen the beauty that diversity would bring to my life. In grade six, Canada...