Washing my hair

Washing my hair-day.

Today, I have been showered. It is not any show time. But it is done and my hair is braided in two braids, as usual. I am safe. My smile is here, if I look at pictures. It is a thunderstorm outside, pretty nearby. I hear it, and smiles. Cause, I like that the weather match my feelings. And my braids keep me standing strong, small, happy on the outside.

Braiding my hair
She braids perfect, the nurse that helps me do it. She is very nice. I like her, even she is young. I often have difficult with the young ones, but not her. She has seen life, I guess. She sees me.

Feeling my hair
About the hair, it is still wet. It is summer, but I am freezing. Just because. Just because I am so cold. Cold hands, big heart? I don´t know.

And now, the grass will be showered by the rain after thunder. *love the rain*