One thing that always surprised me as I grew up was how my family would tell me how much I look like my Irish grandfather’s mother, Mary. I couldn’t understand it. She had passed long before I came around, so I never got the opportunity to see her or meet her. I am the darkest one in my family. Though family resemblances are strong, I still kind of stick out (as much as a 5’1” woman can stick out). My mother, brother, uncle, and grandparents look white. Their hair is lighter, their features are more Anglo. Me? I look like a short Hispanic woman. And yet everyone around me says that I look like her.