An hour later, I sat in the bath tub while Nanny Nia worked on my hair.
She had placed the mixture of black dye on my hair and massaged the paste in.
Before we had begun, I made sure to look at myself in the mirror for a very long time.
I gently touched my fire red curls.
It was the way I had been for the rest of my life.
I thought of how it was the only other thing apart for my necklace to have a firm bond between my later mother and I.
Urma had told me that my mother had had red hair in fire curls just like mine and no matter how long she had tried to tame them, they never went straight or flat.
It had become her signature.
Wild and free.
I hated to do this but I had no choice.
Nanny Nia had stood with the mixed paste and asked me. "Jasmine are you sure this is what you want?"
I touched my hair one last time and felt the texture in between my fingers.
It was going to stop everyone from staring.
Going to stop me from over explaining.
