I’m walking inside target store by myself with my newborn daughter named mavie Becca in a expensive nunu car, and people—including the Carsons—are watching me so closely it’s odd, because I genuinely look like I’m 15. I’ve got sweatpants and a plain black shirt with my tattoos visible—nothing flashy about me at all, just calm and low-key. The late afternoon feels slow and quiet around me. Then the Carsons pull up in their jet-black 2025 Rolls-Royce, polished and glossy like it just rolled out of a showroom, stepping out confident and mid-conversation like they’re walking into something important. Meanwhile, I’m already inside, unbothered, moving like it’s any regular day—same space, completely different energy actually I'm black and my kids white with blue eyes and everything so everyone is convinced I stole someone's white kid's clearly being racist even the damn Carson's not even realizing my eyes are blue just like my kids nobody is paying attention it's to the point where Jane and Alexander and their kids are literally just being openly racist like horribly.