Unknown origin. Recessive. Call it red, strawberry blonde, ginger. Straight as a ruler’s edge, soft as a sweater, and smooth as a pen on paper. Unlike the black, wiry locks of my dad, unlike the white blonde of my mom and my sister, Alli. My hair is red. Of unknown origin or creation. My hair is unique and unreplicatable. My hair is autumn leaves falling to the ground. My hair is embers of a fire. My hair is the cardinal’s feathers fluttering as it flies. Of unknown origin, my hair is like honey. Thick and smooth. My hair is the color of a sunset. Red, orange, and gold blending together like paint on a canvas. From an unknown origin, my hair is different. My hair is my edge. My hair is my personality. Edgy, fun, and unique.