Unfiltered Story #18398

(I’m standing in line behind a small girl and her parents. I’m Caucasian while they are of much darker ethnicity, but this isn’t uncommon as my city is quite diverse.)

Little Girl: *looks over at me shocked* “What’s wrong with your hair??”

Me: *Panicked* “Wh-what’s wrong with it?”

Little Girl: “Why’s it such a weird colour?” (Note: I’m blonde and this isn’t weird for my area at all, but I laugh realizing this little girl might not have a lot of exposure to blonde hair as some ethnic groups keep to themselves. The parents are flustered at their outspoken child.)

Me: *Laughing* “It’s ok, I was born with it like this.”

Little Girl: “oh..” *pauses thinking for a moment then tugs at me to whisper:* “I like your hair. It’s really pretty!”

Me: *heart melting, whispers back* “I like yours too! You’re awesome!”

(Kids are awesome.)