In the memoir, the author is consistently being questioned and asking his other questions as he is often worrying about her safety around black people. He gets questions about his race and whether or not his mother is his biological mother by other curious kids. As a child, he is also questioning why his mother is white and he's black or why he looks nothing like his mother. But as time is going by he is starting to understand why his mother is the way she is and why she's never showing that she's afraid of the world they have to face everyday.
As I'm thinking about writing my own memoir, I'm a little nervous and afraid of telling about my life. I'm nervous that my life is going to be a lot different than people might see my life as and how they might judge the way I think and feel. I'm mostly nervous about how people will think about me afterwards and question whether or not my life was really like this or if this is actually the way I'm growing up. I'm afraid because people may have a different opinion about how I live my life and how I turned out to be in the end.
I know how it feels to be biracial and questioning everything about yourself like why is my mom white and I'm way darker than her or why is my dad black and I'm really light or why don't I look like the rest of my family. For a few years I was confused about why my skin color was darker than my sister's and my mom but lighter than my dad's and why my brother looked more white than I did and why I look just like my little sister and that's it. I was often asked if I was Hispanic or Black or Native American or if I was adopted. So while reading this book I can sometimes relate to how he feels about being biracial and how he doesn't know whether to be scared or to question things or to just accept the fact that it happened.
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