We aren't that different

"I have Irish blood." The women told her with pride, smiling at the thought of knowing who her 'kind of people' were but the baby just stared at her in confusion.

"What blood do we have, Dad?" She asked, not even sure what that meant.

Dad looked down at her for a long minute, seeming to be contemplating the universe, not a question of heritage.

"The red and white celled kind baby girl." he finally nodded.