My aunt Sara always made me carry an umbrella when we stepped out of the house.
I was forbidden from playing in the sun. I looked longingly as my friends learnt swimming during summer holidays. “Are you crazy? Do you know how tanned you will get?”
I wished to run, without the sunscreen, without these full sleeved clothes and the damn umbrella. So what if I was dusky, did that make me any less beautiful? I never got the point of trying to prevent my skin from getting tanned. I had stopped enjoying my life because I had to care for skin all the time.
I then moved to a different country and to my utter surprise they loved my tan. They adored my natural brown skin. I dint have to lay in the sun for hours to get a tan. The first thing I did was break that damn umbrella and throw it off.
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