POV: Alex
"This is why I do what I do," I say as I sit in my rental chair and lift my phone to get a better angle. I'm filming a white woman holding a crying biracial child--I think--as she yells at Joseph.
He yells back.
I bite my bottom lip as a smile tugs at my lips.
"This sh*t is too good," I say as I watch Joseph.
He kisses the little boy's hand.
The little boy reaches out to him.
The white woman takes a few steps back.
She turns to her left, shielding the boy away from Joseph.
I use my index finger and thumb to widen the view on my phone to focus on Joseph. For a second or so, I feel bad for him.
He looks miserable.
Maybe a little scared too.
Okay, she's white.
Joseph's white.
The boy's biracial--or looks that way.
Is that his son?
Did they adopt?
Is that his girl?
