[Music] Mommy, why can't we all be the same skin color. That was the question my son asked me one evening after school. He was only five.Five years old and already facing the complexities of identity, belonging, and exclusion. I paused because how could I explain to my son that the world he thought was so simple, a world filled with crayons, cartoons, and story times, was about to be shaped by something so much deeper. When I asked him why he was even having these thoughts, he said a classmate told him he s ...