only one kept her curls

My mother’s curls were teeny tiny, ringlets of gray Tightly wound, as if they had been set around toothpicks My sister and I had golden curls until we were two. They gave us a haircut, and that was the end of them. Our brother had curls, but they embarrassed our father. He did not think he looked like a real boy with them. I think he was relieved when Richard’s toddler head was shaved. Our father never had a curl; his hair was thick and stiff. Five people living in the same house. Only one kept her curls.