Rosie was not her usual cheerful self today when she returned from school. I gave her a hug and she burst into tears”Mom why is my skin darker than others? I look different , not one among them. Suzie was saying I do not belong here”
I braced myself,I knew this was coming someday. I could see myself in the same place 20 years ago,hating myself for being dark skinned.
“Rosie that lone rose flower in our garden, we love it because its different.It loves itself and thats why it has not withered, you are special in your own way.Not part of the herd, your beauty lies in your compassion,your intelligence,your skin which reflects your rich heritage. Be like the rose, one in a million.
Linking up with the amazing Rochelle Wisoff who hosts a weekly flash fiction for writers.