My Sister’s Hair
I wish I had my big sisterâs hair. Hers is soft and light. Touching her arms is like touching peach fuzz. When she sweats her skin looks like melted butter. Itâs not fair. My hair is thick, wiry, and black as spider legs. Iâm only thirteen and I have thicker hair on my arms and legs than most boys on the Tanglewood Junior High football team.