My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

I told myself it didn’t matter.

Lily was three. She didn’t know.

Then Lily turned four, and her hair began to grow thick and dark, soft waves falling down her back after baths. It looked like my mother’s hair in old photographs. Deep brown, almost black in winter light, with a shine that made strangers in grocery stores stop and say, “What continue reading …