Penned, September 12, 2026/ Human Written For the International Contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 59 (Theme #3) Sponsor, Edward Ibeh
"Tears are words the mouth can't say nor can the heart bear."
Quote by _ Josua Wisenbaker
It happened on a winter day many years ago, my big sister was killed by a truck, after slipping off a snowbank . . . mom was yelling at her to get down, she turned, smiled at us and waved, then, suddenly slipped down into the street. I will never forget my mom's screams, it was my birthday the next day. The days that passed after were confusing, I was sent to gran and gramps, my parents arranging a funeral, they never took me. (I asked why for years) When it was all over they came for me, and my father said, "we have to cut her hair." You see both my sister and I, had long, long dark hair and we looked very much alike, I suppose they wanted me to look different. Well, they cut it short, but, I was still the same little girl, and I still looked like my sister . . . they kept cutting it all through my childhood, I would run to the attic holding my doll weeping, "here nobody sees me cry." It kept going on . . . until, I was old enough to protest, and then, I was on a mission to grow my hair as long as I could and to this day I will not cut it. I will never understand the why . . . did they want to erase me . As my hair grew long my confidence soared, and in my dads last days he loved to stroke my long hair . . .
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