Shame. Regret. Folly. Eccentric. None of these words could make me feel anxious what might people say or think about me. Don't we take funny or odd challenges at times (the ice bucket challenge, for instance)? And so this is mine--the hair dye challenge which I have been embracing for almost ten years--now my once-a-year tradition in this country where I am half stranger and half family. My kids dyed my hair--in three colors this time, usually a week before Khmer New Year. Let me cut to the chase then, no naked eye can really grasp an utmost intention by looking at the image alone. It takes a storytelling--whether or not is is a beautiful one.
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