“What about your hair?”
“Oh, it’s quite pretty.”
“Yes. Yes. Very unique.”
“It doesn’t look anything like your mother or father’s…”
“It must be one of those dormant genes, you know? The ones that sleep for generations and pop out of nowhere?”
“Are you sure you’re not adopted?”
“I mean, you should’ve straightened it. Do you own a straightener?”
“Did you curl your hair today? It looks more done than normal.”
“Did you wash it? Is it always that crazy?”
“It’s a different color.”
“Doesn’t everyone in your family have black hair? Why don’t you?”
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“It’s a different texture.”
“Why is it so rough and thick? Can I touch it?”
“You know, when you grow old and gray, you’ll be one of the few with a full head of hair. It’s so thick now, by the time you grow old, your hair will probably only thin out, and people won’t notice the bald spots.”
“Remember that wedding we went to about a five years ago? That dress you wore was so pretty. You could’ve done so much more with your hair though…”
“Are you Irish?”
“Canadian?”
“Mexican? Spanish?”
“Some European country, right?”
“Your hair is out of control.”
“Your hair looks like George Washington’s today… and all of last week.”