The Tiresome Question I’m Often Asked About My Brown Kids: “Where Are They From?”
Megan Dowd Lambert
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As a biracial son of a white mother, so much this. The only major difference is I take after my black father in the looks department. I have no problem with that at all, but having a large adult male figure since my early teens (age 13 6"0 225lbs) up to this day in my mid-twenties (25 6"6 300 lbs) added with the little resemblance to my mother (who has always looked young for her age) has caused the same questions or implications. “Are you two married?” “Is that your husband?” “We have a great couples discount as well!”

It’s quite disturbing and extremely awkward, but none of it compares to the very noticeable level of awkwardness they experience when we tell them we are mother and son. Truly, cringeworthy, but nowhere near as infuriating as “where are they from?”

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