Nefretiri
I've never had a haircut like this.
Sarah sat me in the center of the ballroom, everyone watching us as she and Maggie brushed my hair five hundred times.
I should ask Sarah if I can have one of her brushes. It's never been this easy to detangle my hair.
The only sounds are Penelope fussing in Jaidis's arms and Sarah singing a song I swear I've heard before. A lullaby that makes you think of thunderstorms and being curled up in warm blankets as your mother comforts you from a nightmare. I know I've never heard it before, but it makes me think of my mother and her favorite throw.
It was old and smelled like her perfume.
'She used to brush my hair like this...' I remember that. When I was little, she would sit me in front of her vanity and run a pink brush along each wave of my hair until it shone, talking in Spanish and helping me memorize things for tests at school. 'Penelope has her fingers.'
