Sophie Barnes
“You are mixed, right?”
And just like that, we got personal.
I have been asked this question several times in the past. Both by the people with the color of my palm and people of darker shades. I sometimes wondered how people still saw it as a race thing and not a tan thing. I knew how my skin looked. Even with the glaring blue eyes and curly blonde hair, some people couldn't just help but point it out. The concern in their tone made it seem like confirming their suspicions would change anything. At least not in Julian's case.
But you can tell he has had it on his mind for a while.
“Okay, I have had to say this same speech for like a million times, one more wouldn't hurt. My grandfather, on my mother's side, got married to an African American woman of Nigerian descen
