As an Indian-American, I write about coming to terms with the playground politics of raising a mixed-race daughter.
“Is she yours?”
Of all the things you expect to hear as a new mom, that is the last. My daughter was barely two months old, strapped to me in her BabyBjörn, with only her cheeks and nose visible. “Yes,” I said, clearly peeved at this stranger’s lack of belief. The young man standing next to me on the street who uttered those words leaned in for a closer peek. “No way. She’s too white,” he insisted.