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Dear First Strand Of White Hair,

I don't know when you grew up. You grew up even before I did. At first, I couldn't see you until my parlour aunty spotted you hiding behind others. I ask why. When you can shine over others, why'd you hide. But that's okay. I understand. You think, I'm ashamed of you. You don't know how proud of you I am, you stupid grown up. You're one of a kind.

Everytime I visit the parlour, parlour aunty tells me to chop you off, but I say no. You're so precious to me. Do you know people don't live enough to have you? I'm lucky to have you. You're a treasure.

Don't worry. Stay there without any stress. It's a safe place. Before you know, you will have a bunch of friends around you. You all will be like a family. You all will rule over my head one day. You being the oldest amongst them will stand out just like you do now. You will be their first generation. They'll look up to you, just like my eyebrows and eyelashes do.
Even the little hair on my upper lips stretches itslef to look at you one last time before bidding goodbye, everytime. I let them grow enough without any shame. I always want them to see you and wave at you before they leave.

You resemble peace, and how on earth can I replace peace with anything else. Hence, you will stay as you are, as beautiful as you are. No highlights, sorry. The sooner you accept this, you'll make it a happy place for yourself and others. Like every cloud has a silver lining, you're mine.

When I look at you in the mirror, I don't think about ageing, I think about growth. I think about the sparkle you've added to my life. In order to shine, you don't even need the sun to bask upon you. You're your own sunshine.

Did I praise you too much? Are you going to act silly now? I will not even know if you're blushing because you have this glow 24/7 whether I oil you or not. However you're feeling, above all, feel secure.

You're a piece of me full of strength and peace. Your gleam keeps flickering, but never dies. That's why it's easy to find you.

My peace
My strength
You're not alone.
We're in this together.

Love,
Saiee









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