Two weeks ago, my nine-year-old came home from school in tears because people wouldn’t stop touching her hair. We live in a rural town that is lacking in diversity. Her kinky, curly, amber tresses are quite unusual. She understands that what makes her unique also makes her a subject of curiosity. But my child is not a pet and people invading her personal space serves only to bring out the mama bear in me.
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