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The delivery room buzzed with anticipation as our family gathered around. After nine months of planning, dreaming, and preparing, the moment had finally arrived — we were about to meet our baby girl. The air was thick with excitement, the nurses’ supportive chatter mingling with the steady beeps of the monitor. My wife, exhausted yet smiling, held my hand as I stood by her side, heart racing.

Then, everything changed.The instant our daughter came into the world, my wife’s expression shifted. Her joy gave way to confusion, and then to panic. “This isn’t my baby!” she cried, her voice trembling and sharp. The room went silent. A nurse, trying to remain calm, gently said, “She’s still attached to you, sweetheart. She is yours.”

But my wife shook her head, disbelief written across her face. “It’s not possible! I’ve never been with a Black man!”. Silence filled the room. The joy of the moment fractured into uncertainty. Our daughter’s skin was visibly darker than either mine or my wife’s. I looked down at her tiny face, delicate features, and soulful eyes. Despite her complexion, I saw traces of both of us — my wife’s nose, my mouth, and that little frown that mirrored mine.