“But why do you go into that store Mummy, they always treat you badly”.
My mixed-race daughters’ words were ringing in my ears as I entered the perfume store. Before I even had a moment to respond, the stern-looking white sales assistant with a nasty smirk on her face glanced in my direction. She didn’t need words to make me …
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Diary Of A Black Woman In A White World to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.