I noticed something peculiar early in my life. No one looked like me. Not my family, not my neighbors, not my friends.
My parents were both brunettes. Dad had brown eyes, and mom’s were slate-gray green (mine are green with flecks of blue). My features, hair, and eyes didn’t match anyone in my immediate or extended family, or even the people in my communities (there were several—we moved a lot).
To make matters worse, when I was younger, my hair wasn’t the dark red it is today. Nope. It was neon orange. Neon. Continue reading “11 Years on an Alien Planet”