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Your Hair,
Anna Hibiscus
"But what about your hair?" asked
Chocolate, worried.
"I don't care."
The aunties opened their mouths
wide-wide.
"Leave her," said Grandmother. "She will
learn."
I will, thought Anna happily. I will
learn how to do my hair properly without all that pulling and tugging
and yanking. Anna Hibiscus was very proud of herself.
That night, before eating, Anna loosened
her thick braids and put her hair into two neat pompoms. She tied the
pompoms with ribbons. It took about two minutes, and Anna Hibiscus felt
very pretty, and very, very happy.
At bedtime. Anna Hibiscus refused to take
out the pompoms and put the thick braids back in.
"Leave her," said Grandmother again.
The next morning, Anna Hibiscus's pompoms
were squashed and full of knots.
Anna Hibiscus went to her mother and
father's room. She put her father's softening oil on her hair and tried
to brush out the knots with her mother's soft brush. The brush stuck
fast. Anna had to pull the brush to get it out of her hair. She had to
pull it hard. "Ow!" Anna shaped the knotty pompoms with her fingers and
went downstairs.
Grandfather sent her back upstairs. "You
can't go to church like that," he said.
Anna found a pretty head tie to cover her
squashed and knotty pompoms.
"Tomorrow is school," said Cousin
Clarity. "You can't go to school with your hair in a head tie. It's not
allowed."
On Monday morning, Anna Hibiscus took out
the squashed and knotty pompoms and tried to smooth her hair with her
hands before she went downstairs. Little cousins looked at her
sticking-up-and-out hair with big eyes. Big cousins looked with worried
eyes. Anna's mother, aunties and uncles and grandmother looked away.
Nobody offered to help Anna Hibiscus, and
Anna Hibiscus did not ask for anybody's help. No more pulling and
tugging and yanking from them. No thank you!
At school the other children laughed at
Anna Hibiscus's hair, but Anna Hibiscus pretended not to care.
Anna's hair grew worse and worse. Every
night more and more knots jumped into her hair, and every morning it was
more and more impossible to comb. |