Life is too short, but you didn’t really know it at thirteen — that first time you dyed your hair at a sleepover. From a dull brown to a vibrant red. I sank into a corner in our bedroom as Dad’s face went from ruddy to purple, as he wagged a disapproving finger because you’d done something without permission. It seemed so stupid and yet so brave to me, the little sister who couldn’t imagine defying Dad. You’re always making the hard choices first, it seems. Thanks for paving the way.It was only a few years later I felt jealous […]
The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!