My brother is as about as white as one man can be, but my sister is black... somedays (she listens to Evanescence, so she's about as black as Maurice). While half brothers, that word is almost banned in my mother's house. She had primary custody of both of us, so we grew up together and shared a room 'till I was about 18 (moved into my father's townhouse, which oddly enough, is across the street from my mom's house). We even had bunk beds!
