It takes me forever to brush out my hair before I can even shower. It’s frizzy and knotted and a shade lighter than it was yesterday. I keep catching my reflection, unsure about how I feel about looking different.
I get into the shower and the instant my hair gets wet, I realize that it is, in fact, curly now. Robbie had grabbed everything for me- my shampoo, conditioner, my body wash, face wash. He must have had help because it certainly wasn’t the work of my single brother who doesn’t know what any of this even is.
It feels good to be in the shower, washing off the dried tears and letting the warm water help to soothe my aching muscles. I wonder if Seth can feel that, too. I wash my hair, my fingers getting tangled in the new curls that are there. I let the water spray my face
