Bus stop

‘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


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