There were four of us: two light skinned Black like our mother, two with beautiful chocolate coffee skin like our dad. But here’s the story that struck me the hardest. A couple of summers ago I was on the light rail train along with two kids around ten or so. No question that he was a white boy blonde hair, brown eyes. The girl with him was unquestionably his sister. Same basic facial features except her skin had a darker cast, not black or brown just a deeper shade, maybe what is called “olive”. They were brother and sister and between them they were lugging a huge bag of recycling. They got off the train together. Helping each other. Being family.