I have always thought my red hair was beautiful, even if no one else did. I love the way it looks like a strawberry from the garden and its flecks of shiny gold that sparkle in the sunlight. More than anything else, I love my hair because it is the hair of my father and even though he is not alive anymore, it shows me that he once was here, and that he left me his special hair color to remember him by. I get to wear a part of him on my head every day
