Margaret, Nana, Mother

When I was a kid complete strangers would ask me why I had thick, black curly hair.   As both my brothers and my ‘father’ had red hair..I really had no clue.  I told them,  “I had red hair once but after the car our car turned black.”   I really didn’t know why I looked so different from everyone else in my family.  I just had to make up an answer.  It didn’t ever feel like a lie.  Nobody would tell me why I looked so different.  Not until after..not until the damage was done.