SPLIT END ~''~ A quaratined tale

may 20

I had just taken off my two month old braids and I noticed that a large majority of my hair, if not all of it was in tight knots.
I decided to take care of the it the following morning as it was late and a bit past my bed time.
It didn't cross my mind then that the knots were a lot. More than I had ever had to deal with
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It was midday, the next day. I sat on my bed in a towel ready to deal with the birds nest on my head. I divided it into sections, separating them with my fingers
When my aunt had felt my hair earlier she was shocked at how hard it was. She didn't make any comments about getting it done like she usually would "your hair is too hard, it will get worse if you don't relax it, I've been making hair way before you were born" she'd always say

Instead, she was silent. It bothered me more than I would have liked.
She always won when she gave her little speeches about natural hair being too hard to handle since the pain was too much to bear combing through.

After relaxing, my hair would be soft and easy to manage, that's what the chemicals did after all. But every time I would feel guilty. I was killing my hair, damaging it constantly because it never crossed my mind to save up money for proper hair care.

I sprayed water on, putting conditioner to soften it up. Put my favorite you tubers on and began to work through. Everywhere I touched had knots, great and small.
Half way through the fourth fifteen minute video, I stared at the floor, at the amount of hair lying on it.
It was too much, too much. I'd never lost that much hair. My alarm shrilled beside me. Two pm, I'd started before twelve pm.
I stood with a pit in my stomach and took a shower anyway.

My sister walked in the room and back to my hunched figure on a dinning chair. Her face a mix of awe and pity. "What happened?" She asked referring to the fistful of hair on the floor at the head of my bed side "I left the hair on for too long"