Childhood was fine, my parents were strict but I knew they loved me. This was despite being estranged from most of their own families due to me being illegitimate and adopted. Things changed when at 21 I was pregnant and unmarried. My father had died by this time, my mother was appalled and mostly concerned about what the neighbours and people at Chapel would say. We did eventually make our peace and she loved her granddaughter.
have you ever been mistaken for a race/ethnicity/ancestry that you are not?


