By Brooke Lea Foster
- Nov. 26, 2020
I often forgot that my infant son, Harper, didn’t look like me when I was a new mother living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in 2010. When I pressed him around the community, I was thinking of him since the perfect brown baby, soft-skinned and tulip-lipped, with the full mind of black colored locks, just because it absolutely was the little armenia mobile exact opposite of my blond waves and fair epidermis.