ClaireGrowing up in a very traditional family I thought I was no different. I came to have one big surprise in my life, around the age of 7. I was adopted. I never really knew why. It was then, I began to notice that when playing with other school children, I was much darker than the others, but not like the black children in my class. I wasn't sure what to think. I never really let it bother me until one day my cousin said something to me while on a vacation in the Carolinas, that I was a "mullato-creep" her words. Ouch!! I thought what in the world is a mullato?? Well, it was several years later that I had my first child. A beautiful girl. She had the same dark skin as mom, and the bald head. Just like mom. As she grew her hair got curlier and tighter. I was living in Texas, when a dear neighbor said to me if her father was black. I said no. I was honest in that. He wasn't. A few weeks later, I found out I was with child again. This time I had a Dr. who asked me of my background, she and I had worked together. I decided to find out,where I came from. I was 30 and finding out that my grandparents were black, and my father is half black. Wow. I was ok with it and I still am. I have a husband who loves me and it doesn't matter to him at all. My adoptive family has no idea of this, nor my girl. I will tell her one day. She isn't quite ready to hear this. I am from a very racially prejudgous area of the US, unfotunatly. I like me for me. That is more important.