My mother’s hair is comparable to what one would see in a Vogue Magazine. My mother’s hair looks like oak wood, but is smooth like the wetness of paint, sliding through the stroke of a hand. My father’s hair is a brittle, bold grey. His hair portraying the roughness of a tree branch, but is as soft as a feather. My hair is perfect—dark brown, with a hint of caramel. I seek to have satisfying, straight hair.

Although, my dog and cat appear to have the lushest locks of love. My dog struts in her ombre from grey to black; similar to a mixed oreo. My cat is a “granny”, yet is only 12 years young liking to bast and bronze in the sun. Both 4-legged animals walk with confidence as they flaunt their fluffy fur through the air. My family’s hair is soft as a feather, basting in the sun.