Mom was tall with ash-blonde hair and eyes so blue they sparkled. Her son, short with dark straight hair and almond-shaped eyes. And the differences continued. I never knew my Father until my thirties when I met him for the very first time.
He’d been married twice, no children. Pictures showed a small framed boy with espresso brown hair, but the sameness didn’t continue. His huge light brown eyes were way too round and way too sad right now. Maybe it was my “Uncle” Chen, like everyone said. The dark man who’d knock softly with the only arm he had.
He’d been married twice, no children. Pictures showed a small framed boy with espresso brown hair, but the sameness didn’t continue. His huge light brown eyes were way too round and way too sad right now. Maybe it was my “Uncle” Chen, like everyone said. The dark man who’d knock softly with the only arm he had.
