It may not even seem like a group. We might not even know each other. But hair is what sets us apart. My father has hair like a king—fresh, formal, and full. He wears it like a crown. My brother got a messy head of hair. It does not follow his brush. It is dark brown like the fresh Earth. His hair is as wild as a rabid racoon. My sister has hair that falls like a waterfall. It pushes the perfect particles to full exposure. My hair is calm and still, brushed to one side. It feels like a fluffy fox. My mother has hair that sits on her shoulders like a queen to her throne. She has a professional but fun look, perfect for her personality. These heads of hair may seem like a group of strangers to you, but to me, they are my family.