Rising abruptly following an activity, her tight plait jerked her head sharply backward.
She caught the front of her desk with one hand while grasping the thick rope of hair with the other.
A handful of children chuckled before realizing she felt embarrassed.
Goldie joined in with a laugh, which unsettled me more than if she had burst into tears.
Because my daughter shared a classroom with Goldie, I had grown accustomed to seeing her striking hair.
When untied, it swept past her knees.
Even when plaited, it hung low enough that she had to remain mindful of it every single time she sat down.
Everyone whispered about its beauty.
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