Vicki Fielder, 49, Somerset
I looked around at the sea of faces as I sat down for assembly at school.
As the head teacher spoke, I couldn’t help thinking about how much I stood out against everyone else.
See, all of the children at my school were white.
The only black child, it was hard not to feel like the odd one out.
I’d been given up for adoption at just 7 days old.
All I knew was that my birth mum had been 18, and my dad was 10 years older.
He’d been from Jamaica originally, and had a son.
I’d been adopted by a white family when I was a few months old.
Growing up in a small town in Somerset, I knew I was lucky. Only, I…