EPILOGUE
“I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO be anything other than white, same as me.”
“Why?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know. I never pictured the woman I should fall in love with, would be anything other than white, I guess.”
“Then you weren’t looking for love, you were looking for image,” she responded.
And Kinley was right. My whole life, everything I thought was wrong with me was in her words. I had never been looking for happiness or fulfillment in myself. I was chasing an image of what I thought happiness and fulfillment were supposed to be: straight As, a college degree, money, a nice house with a white fence, using the right fork, and a white wife by my side. You know it isn’t so hard to understand now. I was caught in my parent’s dream of what my life should be: marry a debutant, work
