As a kid, I didn’t care that my adopted mom was a different race than me. But as I got older, race became more important.
I was six when I met my mom for the first time. We were at the Oakland Zoo at an event where people meet foster kids. This tall, caucasian woman walked up to me and offered to get me a slice of pizza.
When I was a little kid, I didn’t really care that my new mom was white. As I got older, though, race became more important
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People who are adopted aren’t always open about it. But I am.