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First grader little Nyllone went home from school crying. Mom got worried thinking Ny got into a fight. When asked what happened, Ny replied, "They said my hair is not black." Ny's mom started laughing.
It had been a big issue for me way way back. When I started schooling, my classmates remembered me as "the girl with golden brown hair", some called me as the "corn-haired girl". Just about the time when I just wanted to be like everyone else. Sigh. From a class of black-haired children, it's not difficult to spot the different one. They even chanted, "One of these girls is not like the others..." 'rolleyes.
With a Spanish mestiza for a mother, I grew up with a light brown hair, almost golden in the sun. But it grew dark as I grow old. Though, I didn't cry anymore because of that when I reached high school, I made a pact with my friends not to talk about my hair color. We just then agreed to call it "very very light black". College was fine. People were either coloring their hair or wearing highlights that I wasn't any different anymore, after all my hair has become darker already.
Years after, I started noticing it has become lighter again. I guess I cannot hide my natural hair color alright. This time though, I am more comfortable that I'm different. It's in the genes! I can't change that.
Downsides of that inherited trait though, is that I also got the seemingly turbo speed decline of melanin pigment in my hair. I started growing white hair even before I graduated college. White hair sticking out of nowhere, catching the attention of people I talk to was really embarrassing. Friends were convinced it was because I studied too hard (or so they thought, lol) and thought too much that I grew my hair white. It didn't take a while until it became visible that some people had to ask if I had a platinum highlight. They likened me to Rogue in X-Men. Actually, it kinda looked like that! A long streak of silver-grey hair framing my face.
Just the other day, my niece noticed my hair and started teasing me. "You have a multi-colored hair. Black, brown, gold, white." "Pfft. I can't be bothered anymore." I said. Left the room and looked into the mirror. Geez. I'm not that old to be greying out! *starts to panic*
I so need a hair patch.