My grandmother was half Indian, half Caribbean. I remember I used to look at her olive skin (she was so much lighter than me) and her straight-ish hair, and always thought she was pretty in an odd way. I knew she was half Indian, but I never really understood what that meant. She was always my Granny, I didn’t need to know anything else.
My mom blames Granny for my appearance; my nose isn’t as wide as a typical afro-caribbean nose, my eyes are very almond shaped, and my skin (though sensitive to everything under the sun) isn’t quite as “rich” as I see in other black girls. She also says that Granny used to pinch and squeeze my nose as a baby, so I wouldn’t have a wide nose. I still laugh at that!
Earlier this year, my ace brother and his gorgeous partner had their first child together – baby Yasmin – my first niece! Eeep! To say I was excited to see her is on hell of an understatement. Unfortunately, Yasmin was mighty pissed off after the very long journey, and change in routine, and house full of weirdos, so she shouted a whole lot. (I probably would have done the same.) At 4 1/2 months, she’s totally nailed her attitude, making her even more awesome.
She’s still blummin cute, though. As soon as I saw her, I thought “she looks just like a little Indian baby.” I guess she’s the next lucky one to have Granny’s genes, eh? <3 (Also, BABY TOES. So damn freakin’ munchable.)
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