First Sleepover

So my first sleepover was either in second, third or forth grade I cannot recall which, but I was just thinking about her ( she's sort of a bitch nowadays), and I remembered one thing more than the event itself. Despite us dancing to the Cheetah Girls and me sleeping in another girl's room for a night, one emotion plagued me the whole time. Jealousy. You see, Brittany ( that was her name) was mixed. Pure mixed. Like one white mom and a black dad. And that wasn't even it. It was that even though they were different, they got along. And I was so leary of her dad. I felt he'd snap if I said something, because that's what my dad did, tired after work. When I did see her dad, he smiled, happier than my dad ever looked, and said hi, all bubbly and whatnot. It confused me. It made me mad. Sad. And I never told anybody. Until now. I felt like I should. Before I forget, or something.