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Gazing at my reflection, I ran my fingers over my hair which was in a messy bun at the crown of my head. The texture of my hair was much finer than Nini’s and about twelve inches longer, but that didn’t make it better.
“Girl, no.” I sassily snapped my fingers, and placed a hand on my hip. “My hair is cool, but I like yours more. Because it came from you. Mine is just different.”
“But you have good hair,” Nini insisted, after probably hearing her mama say something similar.
“And your hair is good too.” I smiled, while pinching her cheek. “Now, let’s go outside.”
Nini nodded, before we both switched out of the bathroom, heading back out onto the porch area of my apartment building.
I had been kicking it outside for much of the day and had only gone inside to comb Nini’s hair.
Her mama had been kicking it on the porch with my cousin, while her three kids played in the court-yard.
Her two sons were in desperate need of a haircut, and Nini’s hair was a hot mess.
I didn’t know how to cut hair, so there wasn’t much that I could do for the boys, but I had to at least do some-thing with Nini’s hair.
Meanwhile, Chell, Nini’s mama was running her mouth, while her wig appeared freshly installed.
Living in some government-funded apartments, it wasn’t uncommon for the mother to put all the effort into her appearance, while placing her children on the backburner.
And with Chell, you could never say that her kids were dirty, because she kept them in designer.
They were always well put together for pictures she’d post on the Gram.
Then in between those photo ops, she’d let her kids walk around like whatever, while she never had a hair out of place.
Personally, I never liked to see kids not looking their best and would often intervene with whoever.
“Yeah, Lil’ Lee nem got a section. So, you know that we good,” my cousin Soya mentioned.