When I was growing up, as far back as my earliest of memories in kindergarten and up to before hormones went haywire, just like most chidren, I was colorblind when it came to the topic of race and ethnicity. I found that some people were pleasant-looking and some were not so much.
Sometime during my childhood I notice the ever present need to please. I need to please and supplicate everyone. Especially those that have control over me. Parents, obviously. And other teachers and life guiders in the form of blood-related adults and this is not some simple shallow need.
“No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.” ― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood