If you want to really look at how race affects us, look at sisters. Sisters with the same biological parents, same home, same everything…except the color of their skin, hair, and eyes. Our lives are so different. She looks Caucasian…I look…well, brown. Most people will tell me I look Latin, but that is not a race. The way the world reacts to my sister is so different, yet our parents, the ones that gave us both our genes, are the same. When I take my sweet blonde, blue-eyed niece to the park people assume I’m her nanny. I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around that. But one thing that will always be the same for my sister and I is our heritage. We were born in South America and lived most of our childhood there. We’ve been so lucky to be able to take the best of both societies to become who we are today. I wouldn’t change it for the world.