“Yah can show meh’ yah face, me have seen it before. Why now the sudden change?”

Skipper asked as you covered your face with your arms, you were embarrassed.

Skipper was your boyfriend, he was perfect. Everything a Jamaican would look like, dreads, brown skin, sweet.

You just hated how you looked so different. You started to feel more insecure now. You had albinism, making your skin pale, and your hair blonde, and you have blue eyes.

Even if you were Jamaican, it was still embarrassing.