Charlotte, what is this? Holding a clump of brown curly locks in my hand, she looked back at me and responded, “I not know.” Is this your hair? Did you cut your hair?! These were rhetorical questions because I could vividly see where she snipped her curls. My mood was beginning to dim. Growing up, we were not allowed mood swings in our home. It did not matter how we felt that day or what side of the bed we […]
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