My Wife Gave Birth to a Baby with Black Skin

In the delivery room, my white wife and I were stunned when our baby, Mia, was born with dark skin. My wife, panicked, denied infidelity, but the nurse confirmed the baby was hers. Mia’s green eyes, like mine, anchored us. Hospital tests proved she was ours, despite our lack of African ancestry. My wife revealed she’d donated eggs in college, likely fertilized with a Black donor’s sperm due to a clinic mix-up, later confirmed by a letter apologizing

for the error. We faced whispers and stares but grew to cherish Mia, embracing her heritage alongside ours. At five, Mia asked why she looked different. I told her she was unique, carrying love from us and another who helped create her. Her sparkling smile affirmed our bond. Mia taught us that love, not biology, defines family. Life’s surprises can be challenging, but they led us to a beautiful truth: our daughter, with her vibrant spirit, is our greatest gift.