Personal Narrative: Friding My Hair

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I remember one morning when I was around seven, my grandmother was braiding my hair. She always braided my hair every single morning in this beautiful french braid. But this morning was different than any other morning. She had noticed a bald spot. She didn't tell me right away but I noticed that she had stopped braiding my hair. After I had asked her why she stopped, she told me that I had a small bald spot. The naive, seven year old self that I was, I asked her if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She, of course, said it wasn’t good. The next couple of years went by like a blur. Between countless doctor visits and numerous tests, I pretty much gave up trying. No one knew what was wrong with me. By the the age of 9 I had lost more than 60% of my hair and my eyebrows starting falling out as well. I was in elementary school at the time and as many know, that is not a great time to have health problems. Many kids are mean and pick on the weakest. When I decided I had enough of that, and I asked my grandmother if I could get a wig. She was quite reluctant at first but then we found a wig that fit me quite nicely. The kids of course did not agree with me. They …show more content…

My mom had a friend who introduced me to a doctor in Hungary (I should have mentioned I lived in Romania at that time) who had finally given me an answer to what I needed to know; what was wrong with me. He told me I had Alopecia Areata. It wasn’t a life threatening disease, it was only very annoying. The doctor gave me certain vitamins and told me to come back every two weeks. Every two weeks after that, I took a train with either my mom or grandmother to Hungary to get treated. These treatments had help me get back almost 60% of my hair. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced in my life. Not only was I spending time with my family but I saw that people loved me and supported me no matter

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