I passed on my glow-in-the-dark genes. We are pale. We are very pale people.
I should have guessed what she meant when she approached me, very upset and sad, near tears.
"Mama, I have a green crack in my foot. I think I am broken! It's not good."
I asked her to show me. She lifted up her foot and pointed to a vein.
I laughed. She cried.
"I am broken and cracked forever."
I tried to soothe her. "Nooooo, those are just your veins. That is how blood moves through your body. Remember how we talked about veins?"
"But I really think this is a crack, Mama."
I showed her my arms, which look vaguely like Spiderman's, only the network of webs is on a white background instead of red. I had hoped this would convince her that veins are normal.
"Whoa, Mama. I think you are about to break into a thousand pieces."