My parents are Hispanic, dark hair, dark eyes. My sister is a clone of my mom and my brother a clone of my dad. I came out with blonde curly hair and blue eyes, i looked like an aryan child hiding in a house of hispanics. My mom got the same questions and i got the same booshit from random people...many times. We didnt give two shits. We certainly did not let it define us, moves us, knock us down, or control our emotions. It was brushed off like nothing. These were happy times. We were all happy and healthy people. This was never something that bothered any of us. And usually we'd laugh too when someone would think my mom was my nanny or i was adopted. I think your perspective is the problem. Or keep it and keep on keepin on. Bring on the downvotes and people telling me im sensitive but i think this post is stupid and you should stop caring or seeing it so dramatically. Life's too short, stereotypes will never stop, for anyone, stop letting it ruin your day.