Mary Henry
Oxford, OH
I am white, my husband is black, our daughter is biracial. If I’m out with just my husband or just my teenaged daughter, wait staff usually ask if our order is on one check, suggesting they don’t realize that we’re related (my daughter is not very dark-skinned, but looks more like my husband’s side of the family) or married (people still don’t expect interracial couples, I guess).
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