Ghost

Chapter Six;

As Daniel grew he began to favor his dad's looks, he had freckles dotting his face, he had brown eyes, and thick brown almost black hair.

Daniel was now thirteen years old and he was waiting to be picked up from school. "Hey, Riley! Ya a freak?" a kid said. "No, just taller than you, I have my dad's genes," Daniel said.

"Not that that, you're mixed?" he said. "My mum is from Romania and who cares, my Mum is a good woman and she can cook better than your mum," Daniel said. "What was that, freak?" he said.

"I-you wouldn't understand because all you do is judge different cultural differences before giving it a chance, my Mum and Dad explore it, my godfather is Scottish, and yes I do eat British, Scottish, Romanian, and Mexican food because I have uncle Alejandro and Uncle Rodolfo who live with us, and I never judged them because of where they were from," Daniel said as he approached Alejandro's Jeep.

"Oye, chico, ¿somos esos mocosos que te están haciendo pasar un mal rato?" Rodolfo asked. "Como siempre, pero no es fácil viniendo de una familia mixte," Daniel said.

"Ah, no les escuches niño, simplemente están celosos de que tengas una familia cariñosa que pone su amor en preparar buena comida y enseñarte buenas costumbres," Alejandro said.

Rodolfo nodded in understanding, placing a comforting hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Tienes toda la razón, Daniel. Tu familia es un tesoro y debes estar orgulloso de tus raíces", he said reassuringly. Alejandro nodded in agreement.

"No todos entienden la belleza de tener una familia diversa y amorosa. Pero tú, mi querido sobrino, eres afortunado de tener tantas culturas y tradiciones en tu vida. Te hacen único y especial."

Daniel smiled gratefully at his uncles, feeling a sense of pride in his heritage and the love that surrounded him.

As they drove home, Daniel felt a sense of confidence and strength knowing that his family stood by him, no matter what challenges he faced.

He knew that embracing his cultural background and diversity was something to be celebrated, not judged.

As they arrived home to the delicious smells of a meal prepared with love, Daniel knew that he was truly blessed to have such a supportive and loving family by his side.

Elena saw Daniel working on his family tree project. "Mamă, ești doar româno-britanic?" Daniel asked. "Nu, partea mamei mele este ruso-poloneză, iar partea tatălui tău este româno-spaniolă," Elena said. Simon came in.

"Alejandro and Rodolfo are your uncles from your grandfather's side, not my dad, but your mother's dad. And you are a Slavic-European-Hispanic mix and that's why you have a slightly darker complexion than me or your Mum, you have the same complexion as Alejandro and Rodolfo," Simon said.

Daniel nodded, taking in the new information about his diverse heritage. He was intrigued by the mix of cultures and backgrounds that made up his family tree. "Wow, I never knew that," he said, looking at his mother and father with a renewed sense of curiosity.

Elena smiled at her son's interest in his roots. "It's important to know where you come from, Daniel. Our family history is rich and full of different traditions and customs that have shaped who we are today," she said.

Simon placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder. "You come from a long line of strong, resilient, and loving people, son. Embrace every part of your heritage, for it makes you who you are," he said with pride.

As Daniel continued to work on his family tree project, he felt a deep sense of connection to his ancestors and their journeys.

He realized that his multicultural background was a source of strength and uniqueness, one that he would always cherish and celebrate.