My Big Girl has (had) long gorgeous red hair. She got it, genetically, from me. And I’ll fully own that I’m quite vain about the shredded wheat-like reddish mop on my own head. Vain enough that even though my tresses have grown darker and (yes, I’ll say it) grayer over the years, I still cover the old lady mess with color that is close as possible to my daughter’s youthful auburn.
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