‘Where are you from, dear?’ asks the lady at the bus stop.
‘Adelaide,’ I reply.
‘No,’ she chuckles, ‘I mean where were you born?’
‘Adelaide,’ I repeat patiently.
Frowning, she leans closer to inspect my almond shaped eyes, my olive skin, my jet-black hair. Convinced that I am definitely foreign, she tries again.
‘Well, where were your parents born?’
‘Ahh,’ I say, and she sits back – relieved that I have finally understood her real question.
‘Well they were from further afield,’ I tell her.
‘Yes?’ she prompts eagerly.
‘Mum was born in Darwin and Dad is from the Gold Coast.’
Written by Alanah Andrews