Something triggered an awful memory. I was in the park with my daughter and her class and some woman asked me in a very accusatory tone "which child is mine," as if I was just some pervert.

There were other parents there whom she didn't know, but I was the only one she went up to, and I was also the only one who wasn't white.

I'm having trouble as to why that memory was triggered, but I'm furious and have to put that memory back in its place.