But what was more surprising to me was, in all of this time I had spent with Jenny and Rosie's family -- hanging out with them, playing with them, even physically interacting with them -- it was not until Rosie put her hands in my hair that she thought to ask me if I was black.
Mas o que mais me surpreendeu foi: em todo esse tempo que tinha passado com a família delas, convivendo e brincando com elas, mesmo interagindo fisicamente com elas, foi só quando Rosie tocou o meu cabelo que pensou em me perguntar se eu era negra.