Mihret had a g-tube placed in her belly today. The procedure was much quicker than we expected. Recovery is still going to take a little bit of time. After all, they just poked a hole in her stomach. So – we’re staying the night at Riley tonight.
Shortly after we were moved into our room for the evening, I went the parking garage, retrieving the bags of clothes and toiletries we’d packed for the evening. While I was gone, Christy was sitting in a reclining chair, holding Mihret.
An African American woman from Pharmacy walked in. She gave Christy a very strange look. Then she looked at Mihret and she looked even more perplexed.
Oh great, Christy thought to herself, what’s she going to say? I think we’ve gotten used to the double-takes that come with a transracial adoptive family. But you never know what people are going to say. Sometimes they’re genuinely nice things. Sometimes they’re ignorant, at best. Other times, they’re just plain-ol’ boneheaded. And by the look on this woman’s face, something was a-churnin’ in her soul. And Christy braced herself for what could present itself as an awkward conversation.
She looked at Christy and Mihret again. Still distressed.
Christy prepared for the worst.
“So,” she began to say, “Judging by your color…”
“And looking at her color…”
Here it comes…
“Is it safe to assume that you’re not the Rodriguez family?!?”