In the midst of popular messages that speak about the unconditional nature of love, to what extent might it also be true that “What love looks like, depends on what you look like?”
After having spent several hours in labor, a black mother and father (first time parents) were overjoyed to welcome their new son into the family. By the end of the first month, when they were no longer sleep-deprived zombies, and had developed a semblance of a routine, they figured they were ready to receive family visitors. At the knock at the door, the mother adjusted the baby’s clothing and patted down the baby’s full head of hair under his blanket. Her husband opened the door to an eager family member who offered him a hasty hug all while looking over his shoulder to see the main attraction: the newborn baby
