Later that evening the guests slowly began clearing off. My mom and I sat in the lounge over a glass of champagne. She held her glass up and stared at it for a long time.
"So..." She started. "Is that a new friend of yours I saw you with earlier on?"
I looked away "You could say so."
"Oh,what's his name?"
"Francois."
"Where is he from? How long have you known him? Is he- "
"MOM!"... There was silence. I walked upstairs to my room.
My hair was really starting to bother me. It was a mission getting this up-do out. "I should just cut you off!" I said to my hair angrily.
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Interracial Love - Love Is Not A Race
RomanceHer family is black. His family is white. Both families are strict on family tradition and are harsh towards people of different racial backgrounds. Will the families make it through the racial challenges in order to accommodate their children's lov...
