Alice was your mother. She has a habit of sleeping around a lot, which led to her kids looking very different from one another, and a couple of them being mixed race. Like you. And it was really starting to hit that you looked nothing like the rest of your family, considering your father wasn't in your life.

So, you went to ask Alice. You went into her room, climbed into her bed. She didn't look up from whatever smut passage she was reading in her book.

"What do you need, baby? Can't you go ask Alma?" Alice asked, a little dismissively. She'd never been very good at the whole mom thing.