Onesie Stories

“She’s your cousin? She… she doesn’t look a lot like you.” I stared at Lilly with a blank expression. This was always one of my favorite games. “What do you mean?” “Well, you know. She’s…” This is how most people reacted. Hunting carefully for words fearing they would say something offensive. Jewel’s dark skin had confused all my friends growing up. The neighborhood we lived in was very much white middle America and most...