This was a short free-writing assignment we were given to describe an incident of a parent’s disapproval ….
It was my eighth birthday and memory of the day stands out vividly in my mind … the cake, the gathered family and the brightly papered boxes that were my gifts.
I loved dolls. I had only a few and this birthday my mother favoured me with a beauty. She almost three feet tall with curly black hair and deep chocolate skin in a puffy dress of lace and crinolines. I was smitten at first sight and oblivious to the harsh words spoken in Italian by my grandmother. She was always speaking harshly about something but I never understood a word. My mother and her glared at each other across the table.
The next day I was surprised when my grandmother returned to visit with an extra gift. This was unprecedented.
To my delight, there was a new doll – identical to the beauty I had received yesterday. Her skin was white.
My grandmother glared at her daughter-in-law and smiled with satisfaction.