After four exhausting days of labor, I gave birth to our miracle babyâsomething my husband Jeremy and I had fought so hard for through years of fertility
treatments. But when I woke up from the emergency C-section, I was alone. No Jeremy. No parents. Just a nurse with trembling hands and terrible news:
they had all left⌠and they believed I cheated. Why? Because our baby boy had pale skinâjust
like mineâbut not like Jeremyâs deep brown complexion. My parents and husband assumed the,
worst and abandoned me in the hospital. Heartbroken, I pleaded with Jeremy over the phone.
I hadnât cheatedâthis was his son. I told him Iâd take a DNA test, not for me, but for our child.
He showed up. The doctor later confirmed what I already knew: skin tone in mixed-race families can
