My sister and I share awkward side glances and field off questions with half laughs, and half jokes. “But you must have different dads or something right?” people question, struggling to comprehend that something as insignificant as the difference in our skin colour is what makes our sisterhood less viable.
They are right, we are not biological sisters; second cousins by blood, an aunty and niece on paper, but sisters in bond – she couldn’t be any more my sister even if we did have the same parents. This being said, people’s judgement on the fact that we aren’t is purely cosmetic.
So this isn’t a rant on casual racism, nor is it me trying to make a play for sympathy. It’s me letting you know that regardless of blood, skin, or paper; we are sisters.