Four hours and two cups of hot green tea later, it’s gone.
The unruly curls. The heavy tendrils. The exploding volume.
Replaced by lightness and neatness and bluntness.
Ah, the perils of being born into this family. All of us cousins have the thick, wiry and wavy hair that my grandmother had and which my hairstylist gleefully proclaims is his favourite to work with. Even today, our mothers have lost none of their voluminous manes.