How soft black hair is. . . surprise

Charlotte,
Houston, TX.

I grew up close to African Americans. They were guests in our home and people on the bus with us. I never noticed how taboo touching was between us until I was 30 and a neighbor girl came over to play with my kids. She skinned her knee and as I hugged her tears away. I touched her hair. It was so soft and I was shocked to realize that I had never touched an African American’s hair before.


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