Dawn E Josiah
My daughter is Hawaiian American. I’m the white part of her, her dad is the Hawaiian part of her. After 25 years of marriage, he pushes us out of his life and returns to his roots. I’m the one that deals with the anger and pain from my daughter because we live in the South and being a Hawaiian American is not recognized. I tell her that no one, including me, can determine her worth. She is a strong woman – she will raise her daughters to be strong women. Her father is the one who loses out, I am the one who is greatly blessed.