“‘Daddy, if Grandma is your mom, how come she doesn’t look like me or you?’... ‘ I gave her the only response I could. “I don’t know, but she loves us and that’s the most important thing”” (p.294). To James, race didn’t matter and he didn’t want it to matter to his daughter. He knew God made each on of them special and the love they have for others doesn’t depend on appearance or race. He didn’t want his daughter growing up with the thought of racial differences being a
“‘Daddy, if Grandma is your mom, how come she doesn’t look like me or you?’... ‘ I gave her the only response I could. “I don’t know, but she loves us and that’s the most important thing”” (p.294). To James, race didn’t matter and he didn’t want it to matter to his daughter. He knew God made each on of them special and the love they have for others doesn’t depend on appearance or race. He didn’t want his daughter growing up with the thought of racial differences being a