One white, one brown, same parents.

Adana,
Seattle, WA.

I have 2 children. My son looks just like his papa: dark, wavy hair and alabaster skin. My daughter looks like me: golden skin and curly brown hair. When I’m out with my son, I’m asked if I’m his nanny. When I’m out with both kids, I’m asked if they have the same father. We worry, often, about the prejudices my daughter will face that our son will be spared. All because one has white skin and one has brown.