STARING at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but look at my hair. It was getting obvious that I dyed it black. s**t. My white roots were showing.
Seeing my hair I couldn't help but remember my mother's words from when I was a little girl.
'Flashback.....'
"Bethel honey, you know I love your hair right" my little self nodded her head in agreement. I did know my mother loved my hair, She and my dad always commented on how beautiful my white hair was. Even though it practically looked exactly like my mother's.
"But I want you to do something for me my darling daughter" A lone tear slipped down her face. I looked confused as to why my mother was crying. Did I do something wrong?
"You will have to hide your beautiful hair from people, from the world in general Sweetie" not understandin
