Although my skin darkened, pain wrapped itself around me. I was unsure why my father kept telling me to get some sun, but dad was my hero. If he urged me to do something, the advice must have been good for me. I kept playing in the sun until sunburn became a rite of passage.
This was a very poignant article Andrea. The issue of color is so common in the West Indies.
Recognizing oneself is dire to wellbeing. Greatly articulated