Forgive me, Mother, but you definitely had a butchy period. And this was it. How old are you here? Fourteen? Fifteen? This might have been after your father told you that you could not continue with your schooling and become a teacher.
"I didn't speak to him for three weeks," you said.
Instead, you became a nanny at the mayor's house.
Maybe you wore your hair this way because it was easy to care for, or because you only washed it once a month.
When I called in shame to complain that Charles got lice in elementary school, you laughed and said, "I had lice all the time."
Mother, I got to do everything I ever wanted to do in this life. Is that okay with you?