My hair is nothing like my families hair. A receding hairline we call my hair in my family. It makes me feel apart from my family.

My mother’s hair is precious like the pearly gates. It’s beautiful, blond with a hint of brown. She stuns everyone when she walks into the room. Her hair is silky smooth like warm butter on a hot summer day. My mom is lucky to not have the family receding hairline.

My father has grey hair like an old man. Better hair than me though, he has dry hair and a full set of it too. Its shinny every morning after a shower and always is on top of his hair game. My dad is also lucky to have normal hair instead of the receding hairline I was dealt with.

Being a part from my families hair is not a big deal, but i feel a little lonely. Being the youngest child and having the least amount of hair is tragic. My parents are over 50 and have more than than I do. It’s a sad situation I have been dealt with. My family's receding hairline is a tragic curse brought upon me.