She’d use me to pull back her bangs. I’d be in her hair. She’d shake her head up and down and then she’d go to the mirror to look at me. She liked me. I’d change for her. She’d be surprised, and then she would start laughing. Then she would be back in front of the mirror shaking her head.
On the way to the kindergarten she was crying and she kept resting her head on her mother’s dress. Suddenly I fell down. Her bangs covered her forehead.

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