You were the “colorblind” type…but I needed you to see all of me.
Now you care because you don’t have to. But once upon a time, I needed you.
My dad said I was born with so much hair it caused problems. The doctors said it would fall out, but my hair stayed put. Thick, curly, and soft, the frizzy kind. Part of you, part of my thathi, it was all mine. But…