I had a childhood friend, her name I will not mention to protect her identity, who we discovered she too was mixed. She like this woman in this story had white parents. I knew she was different. No one had the guts to say that about her, but I knew. Growing up around mixed kids in the military and having just moved from NYC to San Antonio, I could she was certainly different. Her parents who were actually her grand parents would have her hair straightened, lighten her skin, all attempts to make her look whiter. They obviously loved her but were obviously hiding something. We together found her birth certificate and that is when she found out that her parents were actually her grand parents and her sister was actually her mother. Her mother had a prom night affair and she was sent away and gave birth to my friend. Her whole life until she was 13 was a made up story. She finally confronted her mother who begged her to not tell her husband the truth. It was sad because her own mother rejected her to maintain her marriage and her life with her husband and the children they had. Several years later I had returned home from the military on leave and ran into her at a department store. She had married a military man and had a young son with her. Her husband at the time was a black man. She still did not have a relationship with her mother and was in limited contact with the grandparents that raised her as their own. I remember her as a beautiful person inside and out. I felt so bad for her and the lies she was told to protect her mother. I was angry that no one considered what this might do to my friend. I was glad she was able to find out the truth even though it did not have the best outcome. I wish I could find her to see how she is today.
Posted on: Tue, 03 Dec 2013 14:46:41 +0000
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