Today, while sitting on a bus, a strand of my hair fell onto
my lap. I tried to brush it off to the side a bit, which attracted the
attention of my neighbor and her young daughter. The mother picked up my hair
and pulled it taught in front of her eyes. She and her daughter began to
inspect it. They pulled it and twisted it and examined it a few inches from
their noses. “This is yours?!” she asked me. They were absolutely fascinated.
They began talking in their local dialect with each other and took turns
holding it, passing it back and forth. Ultimately, they tied it around their umbrella
handle for safekeeping. It was still there when we got off the bus and parted
ways.
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