Together, the photograph and the needlework clearly told a story, one beyond any we knew.
From his youth until late in life he was able to “pass,” his heritage all but invisible until he mentioned his name.
The only means for talking about our mixed heritage was the ‘adorable’ contrast between ‘the girls,’ as we were called: one light, one dark; same parents, different skin.
What kind of story would you like to write?
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