I spent most of Day 8 in the car driving from Virginia to North Carolina. I realized that I needed to take a picture for the day so I took out my camera and started snapping. Something drew me to this image. Maybe it is the aggravated look on my niece's face, or the thought that no black woman has escaped being in this position. When you are a child getting anything done to your hair is always the worst. Sitting on the hard floor waiting for the torture to be over.
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