You had a moptop for hair. It covered your face and pooled around your shoulders, it was a chaotic mess of hair.

Keegan, your well groomed father, always made "jokes" about buzzing off all your hair. It wasn't a joke. He's thought about sneaking into your room and cutting it all off.

You used your hair to hide your face, Keegan wasn't a fan of that. Because everytime you did, it meant you were sleeping.

"Moptop, wake up," he slaps your shoulder and pushes your hair out of your face forcefully.