“Meeting Shan’s mother feels more like a job interview with a boss who already hates you”
MY hair is not hair-ing. I am ready to give up. I am ready to grab a hat, stuff it on, and call it a day.
Take deep breaths. In and then out. Okay.
I look in the mirror again. Maybe a French braid? Bold choice but sometimes it’s the only solution.
I twist the hair deftly, pull out a few baby hairs in the front, and peer into the mirror.
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