Before I could react, Sophia confidently replied, “Yes, she does! She’s a doctor like I’m a doctor.
She’s a pretty girl, and I’m a pretty girl. See her pretty hair? And her stethoscope?”
The cashier dropped the subject, but the moment reinforced something I deeply believe: we aren’t born thinking color matters.
Skin, like hair and eyes, comes in many shades—and they’re all beautiful.