Fabbo.
I have the best Grandma ever.
After I arrived at her house several days ago and we hugged hello, she pulled back, smiled and asked eagerly, "What colour is it now?"
I lifted the top layer of my bangs, showing the purple.
"Ah ha."
We've been getting closer the past several years; she's been been telling me lots more about her past, and people, and how she really feels about them. I've been doing my best to reciprocate. I speak more openly, and write her lengthy, earnest letters when I'm away, and she's become one of my biggest fans--she thinks I have the most interesting job ever. And she's gotten to like my hair colours.
Two summers ago while I was staying with her, I answered the door for some sort of maintenance man, and as soon as Grandma began speaking with the fellow, I heard him say quietly, "She has blue hair!" "Well yes," Grandma said, "of course she does." It was a pretty exciting turning point, not specifically because of the hair colour, but because I felt like she had begun to see my weirdness as complete normalcy.
She has since told me that she prefers blue hair to pink, and it makes my heart smile from atrium to atrium.
After I arrived at her house several days ago and we hugged hello, she pulled back, smiled and asked eagerly, "What colour is it now?"
I lifted the top layer of my bangs, showing the purple.
"Ah ha."
We've been getting closer the past several years; she's been been telling me lots more about her past, and people, and how she really feels about them. I've been doing my best to reciprocate. I speak more openly, and write her lengthy, earnest letters when I'm away, and she's become one of my biggest fans--she thinks I have the most interesting job ever. And she's gotten to like my hair colours.
Two summers ago while I was staying with her, I answered the door for some sort of maintenance man, and as soon as Grandma began speaking with the fellow, I heard him say quietly, "She has blue hair!" "Well yes," Grandma said, "of course she does." It was a pretty exciting turning point, not specifically because of the hair colour, but because I felt like she had begun to see my weirdness as complete normalcy.
She has since told me that she prefers blue hair to pink, and it makes my heart smile from atrium to atrium.