This is what my youngest daughter just texted me. I’ve shared with my girls how as a biracial child, adopted after a few years in foster care, and raised by a white family, I often felt “lost”.
Different.
I later learned I’ve always had family, and built on what I had back then to make what I have today. I’m never sure how much attention they’re paying. This is the stuff that convinces me they get it.
This is how I hope to build a foundation of compassion and acceptance.
Next lesson shall be punctuation! ❤❤❤
C-Haze 