I look at myself in the mirror and see a beautiful dark-skinned young woman staring back at me. I’m radiant because I’m marrying the love of my life—Ronald, an African-American man.
We met two years ago at a friend’s party. One of the women there told me to my face that Ronald wouldn’t be interested in me because I was Indian and I was too dark.
Unfazed, I smiled and excused myself and walked right up to Ronald. We chatted, he asked me out on a date and here we are, about to get married.
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.