Michael and I often stroll through our neighborhood after dinner. Sometimes, we stop to chat with our Indian neighbors and admire their beautiful, 3-year old daughter.
One day when I was walking by myself, my neighbor was feeding her daughter on the front porch. I stopped and shared with her our adoption process.
She asked, “What country are you adopting from?”
I replied, “Vietnam”.
She nodded her head and said, “That makes sense since you’re both Vietnamese!”
I guess after being neighbors for almost two years, she still hasn’t noticed the difference between us. (fyi: Michael is a Caucasian guy and I’m Vietnamese).
This world would be a much better place to live if everyone could see all people in only one color like my neighbor. 
Very well said! I know we see our new daughter as our daughter and nothing else.