Hard To Explain
Chapter 8 - Raised In Carolina
She began to lather my hair, and began scrubbing my back with a fibrous luffa. At that moment, I´m not sure why, but I began crying, muffled sobs shook my entire frame. Sarie said nothing as she tilted my head to the back, reaching for the removable shower head and rinsing my hair careful not to get any in my eyes. Sarie picked me up, and wrapped me in a fluffy white towel, helping me out of the tub and onto a mat while I dried my body, and rubbed the towel through my hair. She then led me to the sink, where she pulled a hair dryer from the bottom cabinet. As she plugged it in the silence was disrupted by the roaring of the hair dryer. Sarie ran a comb through my hair, gently pulling at the knots, then a bristled brush as she styled it. My hair fell dry in a neat swept in fashion. As we made our way back to the room she handed me underwear and silky pajama bottoms, and matching long sleeved button-up. Then, Sarie peeled back the covers of her bed, and motioned for me to get in.
