African American | completed

Three

"Why do we have different skin colours?" she asked.

"It's because we do."

She glared. "That's not a valid point Da-"

He pushed a finger against her lips. "Tell me what you think then."

She nodded and he smiled, satisfied with his accomplishment. "I think it's because God made us this way."

"Do you believe in God?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not dead," she said simply.

"Why are you black and I'm white?"

"Because God made us this way," she said annoyed.

He sighed. "Why aren't we all black? Why aren't we all white? Tell me!"

"Because we were meant to be different," she reasoned.

"Is different always good?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Why?"

"Because if it got too different, more of us would die."

"Aren't we supposed to die?"

"Not without reason," she said.

"There's a reason for everything."

"Then what is the reason for your kind not liking mine from the beginning?"

"I don't know."

"Exactly," she whispered.