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Josie
Hannah sat perfectly still on the floor in front of me while I combed her long, freshly-washed hair until it was smooth and tangle-free. “Now, how wavy do you want it?”
“Just like yours,” she answered simply.
“Hmm. Okay, I think two braids should do the trick, but we can always try different numbers and styles of braids each night until we find the perfect curl factor.” I told her as I carefully parted her hair down the middle into two even sections.
Alex was sitting with his legs crossed on the floor beside us, intently watching my every move. It was tempting to ask if he wanted to take notes, but sarcasm didn’t feel like the right response to his obvious desire to learn this for his daughter.
Instead, I held the right side of her damp locks out to him and asked, “Do you wa
