"Alright, I think I look like my mother and father." Silas informed us and I couldn't help but roll my eyes when the kids around me bursted into laughter.
"How's that even possible?" Whitney demanded this time.
"I'm serious here. My father is fair in complexion while my Mum's dark in complexion. I am obviously in the middle cause I am neither purely fair or purely black." He explained while I absorbed all he said in.
Oh, so that explains why he's always looking like a light brown chocolate.
A yummy chocolate which I'll like to lick thoroughly.
Wait, whuut?
Where had that wayward thought come from?
Definitely not from my head, nope.
"That explains it then." Whitney stated as she nodded her head twice, her face wearing a thoughtful expression at the moment.
