To be a small child in a good home, maybe.
To have braids.
To be a some kind of style, or a some kind of someone, that is simple, and allowed to be blissfully-naïve.
Hair should be the last thing on your mind, it really should, but you can t help but run your fingers down your twists, thinking about how Godly it had been when you’d gotten them done at the braiding salon a month earlier.
The parting is crisp, singular individualized shapes of triangles and squares, and like a stained-glass window, the detailing is intricate and artistic. This kind of precision is rare, very few hair-braiders are talented in this way whilst also maintaining the integrity of your edges.