Exotic

A nurse cornered me in the staff room to day to ask if I had Greek origins. He was introduced to woman recently called Athena, who was Greek, and apparently she looked the spitting image of me. It reminded me of when I first met my oldest friend, many years ago, and she thought at the start that I was Lebanese. Such a shame that I have DNA evidence of my complete and utter lack of exotic background. Perhaps I need to start carrying the report with me? What if I get hit by a car and they can’t find my next of kin because they’re looking for a Middle Eastern family?