My Father was a Polish soldier during WW2.He and my Mother married then he died.I never knew him.I was intergrated well into my Mother family had many cousins and caring adults.
One person was W"sorry for the wee mite" when asked why she said that I would not understand English having a "foreigner" as a Father.
It goes to show that we should never overestimate anothers knowledge.
I embrace my difference...
Mountain ash