Inheritence is a bitch sometimes.

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My hair.

Do you know what it's like being a child with white hair? Sure, I may say that's it's a very light silver, cause it is, but seriously, you look at it. It's white.

Luckily I lived in a gypsy camp. So I was used to people not looking the standard normal look that predominated the world. But when we walked through the towns, people would stare at me.

I was six. And I had white hair. My sister, beautiful brown curls. My parents... mother had brown hair as well, and my papa had almost black, with a few streaks of grey that I was always blamed for.

How did I get white hair? For years, decades ever I never knew. Some people said that I was an albino, but that never worked because I never burnt once in the sun, and my skin always had a healthy tan to it.

So I was scorned, living in a world of brunettes, blondes, and hell, even the redheads had better luck than me.

Then, on the day Luna was born, I came to know where it came from.

My father.

thanks dad