Chapter 55

The message was clear. Never look upon a person with their appearance. 

The upper layer, may be damaged ,raw or subfusc, but the inside is always softer, always beautiful and always better. 

My mother was a pretty brunette and my father was a white man. They made an extremely well loved couple. Soon after years Clair was born with same colour of my mother and right after two years I was born just like my father . We were blissful in our own small family. With Clair and me, bickering about petty things on our dining table one minute and laughing our lungs out the other minute. Clair was the most beautiful person in my world.