I was at the dining table, chilling as I had done my homework, but apparently it looked as though I was daydreaming.
"Lacey, Lacey, Lacey"
"Yeah Grandma?"
"You ok?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because you seem distant today hon"
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be, I'm just a nosey old woman"
"Don't say that"
"You know, you reminded me of your Dad just now"
I was shocked, because I very rarely got told that I looked like Dad, and when I did it was usually the eyes, since I have his eyes.
"I did?"
"Yeah, you're more like him than you think you are Lacey, I know that you've struggled with looking like your Mom"
"How?"
"Because your Dad was devastated when you told him that you hated what you saw in the mirror, and so he confided in his Mom"
"I didn't want him to feel terrible Grandma"
"He knew that Lou, he just wanted to be able to make all of your doubts go away as any parent would"
It was a few minutes after Dad found me with bleached hair, we were at the dining table, drinking hot chocolate.
"Lou, do you want to tell me why this happened?"
"Do you really want to know Daddy?"
"Of course I do, I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't"
"Well, the reason why I died my hair was because I hated that every time I looked into the mirror all I saw was Mom"
Dad was quiet, obviously not expecting me to say that, he looked like he was about to cry, so he cupped my face.
"Lacey Sweetheart, was it me that put the idea of you looking like your Mom?"
"No, you always tell me that I am my own person, are you mad at me Daddy?"
"No, I'm not mad at you, I just wish that you could look at your own reflection and see how beautiful you are"