Miracle in Aisle 3
Ever since I embraced my natural curly hair, it had been heaven and hell. I have spent so much money on conditioners and hundreds of hours inside the bathroom. While the boyfriend falls in love with my locks everyday, I have to keep reminding him that he can’t just run his fingers through it. Or I end up looking like Simba.
So I have to sacrifice a little bit of hair intimacy, but that’s ok. As long as he still thinks my hair looks amazing, I will keep taking care of my crowning glory.
Today, of all days in a year, I ran out of conditioner and I am on my way out for our anniversary date. I have to look my best. He can’t see me with tons of frizz. Not today! So I dash to the nearest supermarket hoping I have time to wash until he picks me up.
I browse the shelves for bottles of brands that I have used before and grabbed one when I felt a soft tug on my shirt. A kid, maybe around 6 years old or so stood there smiling at me. I smiled back but awkwardly because I was in a hurry.
“Is that your real hair?” He asked sweetly.
Okaaay… He ran to the other aisle and I can hear him call his mother. Trying to avoid a weirder scenario, I started walking towards the cashier and then I saw her.
She looked pale and you can see she seems to be in pain. I noticed the dark circles under her eyes. The silk scarf on her head, with wisps of brunette curls showing. She smiled apologetically at me.
“Mom! Her hair looks like yours!”
I knew at that moment, even if all her hair has not grown back yet, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.