Caroline Foster,
Brooklyn, NY
I’m white, my younger brother was adopted from South Korea when I was five. I forget that we don’t look related because although I remember picking him up from the airport with my family, we’ve been siblings since before I understood that his experience being adopted by a white family in America would be different than mine. Sometimes I need to clarify that he’s my brother to friends or acquaintances because it’s not immediately obvious. I used to have a picture of him as my lock screen on my phone. People would always ask me if he was my boyfriend. I always wonder how he feels about it. We don’t talk about it much as a family.
