When my friend returned from her Swiss trip, she brought us chocolate resembling the iconic Matterhorn Glacier. That's pyramid-shaped chocolate with a dash of white colour at the top.
That reminds me of the memoir of Trevor Noah, who was born to a white Swiss father and a black Xhosa mother. As a kid, Trevor didn't know what race was. To him, people were like different types of chocolate. His dad was the white chocolate, mom was the dark chocolate, and he was the the milk chocolate.
True, life is a box of chocolate. I like the way Trevor thinks we're all just chocolate.
Simple and fair.
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