My father never let me miss not having a mother. Everything a girl would want, I got. Except, perhaps, one thing. He never thought to get me flowers for my hair. Every Friday, my friend had jasmine flowers, and I did not. Her mother noticed- "Would you like some too?", she asked. "Papa wouldn't like it", I replied. She must have spoken to my father- that Friday and every Friday after that, he got me jasmine strands for my hair.
I still wear jasmine on Friday. I buy three strands- one for me, two for girls who cannot have them.
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