The two Chinese girls inside the DHL delivery truck were in their twenties; one could tell. Their hair was long and lustrous; one could tell. The truck stopped at my front gate some time last week. The driver was a young Malay chap with a friendly face. He delivered the parcel with due civility and paid no attention to matters outside his purview.
The girl at the window seat closest to me stared without restraint. She nudged the girl sitting next to her and gestured towards me. Both fixed their curious gaze on me. I felt like a baboon peering out through the cages at the zoo.
I minded.
I minded not having more hair on my head. I minded that I looked awkward. I minded that this awkwardness made others awkward.
My mirror revealed the same pathetic story from every conceivable angle. White with patches of grey. And ~~~ It isn't curly.
The girl at the window seat closest to me stared without restraint. She nudged the girl sitting next to her and gestured towards me. Both fixed their curious gaze on me. I felt like a baboon peering out through the cages at the zoo.
I minded.
I minded not having more hair on my head. I minded that I looked awkward. I minded that this awkwardness made others awkward.
My mirror revealed the same pathetic story from every conceivable angle. White with patches of grey. And ~~~ It isn't curly.
