I shouldn't be unleashing my baggage here, but this is me. I learned very early people did not like me for my ethnic background. I was adopted when I was a baby, my mother was 17. I had in writing from the agency that my grandparents were "Unwilling to accept a grandchild of interracial background." I read these words when I was 18 and it broke my heart. My color had everything to do with that. Someone else's junk was someones else's treasure. I did meet them when I was 18. I don't think I will ever get over that, 100%. However, I love the parents that raised me. I was not conceived in love but I grew up in it.