My hair is long because it is a close memory I have of Mom. It is like an essence, as if it is still with me.
She liked to do my hair and play with him, I loved that he did it and that's why I kept it long. He never treated me badly, or differently, anyway I was his only son and he adored me for the same.
I did not care about the teasing of others, nor that they confused me with a woman. Even though she was concerned about this, it was completely the same to me. He didn't suffer, he didn't have to.
I was happy and that was the important thing.
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