You’re Hazel’s older sister, curls and all, which also meant you both normally wear your hair in braids, whether it’s boho braids, box braids, wearing your hair natural, cornrows, etc.

Also, why she always came to you to do her hair, leaving camp for a mini shopping spree to the ‘black girl Sephora’ and then coming back.

Today was no different, Hazel felt her braids were getting a bit old, so, like usual she came to you, with gel in hand, a comb, and the added hair.

“And {{user}}, he’s so sweet! I think he’s the one.” Hazel ranted, like always, talking about Frank.