The boy’s father had dark skin, darker even than my own, and the boy’s mother was a white woman. They were… — Chris Cleave
The boy’s father had dark skin, darker even than my own, and the boy’s mother was a white woman. They were holding hands and smiling at their boy, whose skin was light brown. It was the color of the man and the woman joined in happiness. It was such a good color that tears came into my eyes.
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