I've pulled more. Even the tiny hairs. My little brother left today to go back home in the west side of USA. And my other little brother here at home is stirring up trouble, but not as much family violence that my brother in the west had caused to my family. I used to be afraid of my brother from the west. He was sent away a few years ago because of all the mishap and violence he gave us. Now, its the littlest brother who is raging. I now have to wear my scarves more often around the house because my parents scream at me about my hair loss. And they lecture me when they are done.

Yesterday, I wore my light blonde wig. My mum doesn't like my wigs. She always glares at me. But, I keep telling myself its gonna be okay. Everything will be okay.