Hey there princess!
Now, if you are like me and you have a little brother, you
might know what it is like to realize that he has terrible taste in women. Even
if you don’t have a younger brother, you might have also felt the sickening
sensation of realizing that one of the greatest guys you know is stuck on a
girl that can’t hold a candle to his flame (Taylor Swift has felt this many
times, so I hear).
Now, because I am a supportive big sister, I went with him
and the object of his desire to the mall as moral support (cough cough, piggy
bank). Now, this little girl, who has been nothing but rude since day one and
routinely steals my clothes right from the closet, comes up to me in the Gap
and asks me how long it takes me to curl my hair every day.
I told her, just as sweetly as I could, that my hair was
naturally curly, and that it just looks like this when I wake up in the
morning. Then, she asked me why I’m the only one in my family with curly hair,
to which I replied, “BECAUSE I’M ADOPTED!” and just walked away.
Now I think she’s scared of me. So it shall be. After all, I
am royalty.
P.S. I'm totally not adopted. My grandma prayed for nine months that I would have curly hair.
God answers prayers.
