Meet Me in Venice by Suzanne Ma
Never in her life had she been so determined to accomplish something. Anything, really. In China, things were easy. But here, in Italy, nothing was.
She had been working in the bar for less than a week when the skin on her hands started to peel. Little bits of skin, translucent and pink, flaked off like Parmesan cheese. Then the cracks appeared. Tiny fissures ruptured at the joints and split her knuckles open. She started to bleed. Everyone told Ye Pei it was normal.
I am going to read this. It is amazing to me the hardship and pain immigrants are willing to endure to find a better life.