Scene: At the pool watching K swim. Many of the older folks saying, “Honey that’s the little boy I was telling you about!” My mom (K’s swim teacher) smiling proudly! K yelling, “Mommy, look at me!”
Old Guy Sun tanning (OGST): Wow! He’s good! My wife was here the other day and told me about him, but wow! To see him for myself—he’s quite the swimmer!
Me: Thanks! I appreciate that!
OGST: Is he African?
Me: He was born in Ethiopia.
OGST: I could tell because of how black he is!
Me: Um…
(Before I could add anything else) OGST: He your foster kid? An exchange student or something?
Me: No. He is my son! We have been a family for…
(Cutting me off) OGST: Praise God. It’s nice to see people like you gettin’ kids from a country with so many problems.
Me: Well, Ethiopia is an amazing country with beautiful people and a wonderful culture. I am blessed to have him as my son and have his birth country be Ethiopia.
OGST: No, I meant Africa. Africa has THE AIDS and stuff like that.
ME: Sir, Africa is a continent—not a country. And Africa has over 50…
(Cutting me off) OGST: Well whatever. Look at him go!
*I just swam to the other end of the pool and kept K with me.
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