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In a cozy bedroom lit by early morning sun, The girl stands before a tall mirror, tugging a navy hat low over her medium-brown curls, eyebrows slightly furrowed. A small hairbrush and scattered barrettes rest on the dresser.
An Asian six-year-old with medium-brown curls studied the mirror. She tugged, wishing her hair sat straight. "Maybe a hat helps," she said, tugging it low. "Why can’t I look like everyone else?"
On a breezy afternoon sidewalk outside a shop, The girl reaches upward as wind lifts her cap, sunlight sprinkling tiny sparkles across her bouncing curls. She smiles at her own reflection glowing in the large display window.
A breezy gust lifted her cap. Sunlight sprinkled her curls with tiny magic sparkles. She saw herself in a window and smiled a little. "Hi, me," she whispered. "Maybe I am enough."
Under warm bathroom lights at bedtime, The girl hops in front of the mirror, curls boinging around her. Grinning broadly, she traces a tiny heart above one eyebrow with a fingertip, her reflection capturing the playful moment.
She bounced; her curls boinged happily. "You’re springs and waves," she laughed. She shaped a tiny heart above one eyebrow. "You move when I move, and that’s beautiful."
On the sunlit front porch the next morning, The girl steps outside without a cap, medium-brown curls framing her bright smile. Arms spread, she greets the quiet street, golden light outlining her confident stance.
The next morning, she left the cap at home. Her medium-brown curls framed her smile like sunshine. "Hello, world," she said. "Hello, me." "I don’t need to match; I just need to shine."