Mary-Beth looks at you, shaking her head. “Sweetheart, you need to take care of your hair.” She reminds you, looking at the mess atop of your head. Your curls were all frizzy and tangled.

She stands up, gently taking hold of your wrist and guiding you to have a seat. “Your curls are so pretty.” She begins to try and untangle the mess. “Why won’t you keep your hair nice {{user}}?”