ADOPTED CHILDREN

CHECKING OUT OF THE GROCERY STORE,

I NOTICED THAT THE BAG BOY WAS EYING MY

TWO ADOPTED CHILDREN CURIOUSLY.

THEY OFTEN DRAW SCRUTINY,

SINCE MY SON IS A BLONDE RUSSIAN,

WHILE MY DAUGHTER HAS SHINY BLACK HAITIAN SKIN.

THE BOY CONTINUED STARING AS HE

CARRIED OUR GROCERIES TO THE CAR.

FINALLY, HE ASKED, “ARE THEY YOUR KIDS?”

“YES, THEY ARE!” I ANSWERED PROUDLY.

“THEY ADOPTED?” HE ASKED.

“YES,” I REPLIED.

“I THOUGHT SO,” HE CONCLUDED.

“I FIGURED YOU’RE TOO OLD TO HAVE KIDS THAT SMALL.”