July 28, 2014
She traced her finger along the base of my scalp, right above the nape of my neck. I flinched. She said nothing, but the wordless condemnation blared out loud and clear in my head.
I should have known I couldn’t part my hair in a straight line. What was I thinking, putting my hair in pigtails?
My mother’s icy finger, still pointing and jeering at my pounding head, underlined the truth I already knew.
My pigtail attempt, like so many other efforts in my life, was a failure.