I am proud of my beautiful black coat. I shimmer and shine in the sunlight.
The problems all started when I learned that my ma wanted to die her hair black. I am the only person in this house with black hair. I sprang into action and tried to sabotage her project. Unfortunately, the bottles are surprisingly sturdy and resilient. The chemicals remained in their containers; I am no longer the only black-haired person here.
1 comment:
so when do we see ma's black hair
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