On the bus two old women were admiring my daughter. Of course they were - she's lovely. She smiled, they cooed, she giggled, I was proud - everyone was happy. The one of them turned to the other: "She's a lovely little girl," she said. "You don't get many blond haired blue eyed children about these days do you."
I am jewish. To those tuned in to such things, I look jewish. My skin is, hmmm - olive? swarthy? a little darker anyway. My hair is brown. My eyes are hazel, whatever that means.
A little later one of the women turned to me. "Where does she get her colouring?" she said.
Here's what I said:
"From my husband. He's fair."
Here's what I wish I had said:
"I don't know, we bought her from gypsies who stole her from a white family."