June 24th,
She sat down at her dressing table and let go of her ivory black mane that were bound by a feeble rubber band. Her black mop of hair, ran from her head to the floor. She combed it with intense care. Anyone, mere looking at her would tell you, that her hair was the only beauty she had. To her, it was her most prized possession. Something she loved to care for, like the unborn child she failed to conceive.
Her man came up from behind her and ran his fingers through her hair. This time, whispering about his love into her ears. She couldn't help but smile. Her hair did have the magic to do that. But like every good thing, he too had to leave. For work, leaving her to handle the household.
June 25th,
"Yes" She said.
The other woman's voice quivered as she mumbled an "okay" and did as she was told.
Later that day:
"All of it?!" He bellowed,"why?". His face was red with anger. "Why did you have to chop it all of? Look at you now! Your hair barely reaches your neck!"
Her eyes welled up in tears, and a few escaped from her eyes. Her hands as if on instinct reached her stomach as she felt the emptiness of it.
She failed to express to her husband that she gave up her prize to look at some more of those innocent faces smile back at her, this time with her mane, covering their head with motherly affection and protection. The next time she'd visit the hospital, she'd see happier children. That smile, that could have once been her own foetus'.
He wouldn't understand that her tears were not of sadness, but of extreme happiness.
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Song: "Fight Song" by Rachel Platten
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