After years of trying, Elena and I were excited to become parents. But when she asked to be alone in the delivery room, I was confused.
When I saw our baby, she had pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. I accused Elena of cheating, but she explained she carried a rare gene that could cause light features, even though we’re both Black.
I started to trust her again, but my family doubted our daughter’s paternity. My mother even tried to scrub off her birthmark.
I stood up to my mom and agreed to a DNA test, which confirmed I was the father. My family apologized, and I finally felt at peace. My family might be different, but it’s mine, and it’s perfect.
