Riding on a train crying, mommy braiding.

Donna Monroe,
Indianapolis, IN.

It was the summer of 1957. I was riding on a train with my mother when I saw another little girl who was having her hair braided. She was crying. My heart went out to her because I cried when my mom tried to comb the tangles out of my hair.


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