I have short white hair with pink bangs.
At the gym today, I pass two men and a boy maybe four or five years old. As we pass in the hallway, the boy stares at me. I say, “Hello.” He continues to stare, at my head. I realize why a minute laters as I hear his faint voice, around the corner: “Daddy, why does that lady have pink hair?”
I don’t hear his daddy’s reply, but I feel happy.
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