There are times I walk through the grocery store and I wonder why no one is staring or commenting. Not because I'm famous or gorgeous or horribly disfigured; because I'm alone. When I'm alone, I'm anonymous. Just another middle-aged (sob), suburban, middle-class white lady. There are lots of us, and I'll bet you couldn't pick me out of a line up. When I'm with my children, who were adopted transracially shortly after their respective births, it's a different scenario. People know us. Remember us. Talk to us.
It's not like we're in a small town, either. We're in the suburbs of a major metropolitan area. Multi-racial, multi-cultural, multi-ethnic. You'd think we'd blend more. We don't. These are the usually funny, sometimes odd, occasionally shitty comments we've heard.
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