Kaylene Tangiora

Little Black Sheep

Growing up I was always referred to as the 'black sheep' of my family. My mother would always say "you are your fathers' child" because I was always getting into trouble at school. I was the fourth daughter in a family of five daughters, my sisters all looked like my mum, pretty and petite. I, on the other hand had inherited my dads' tall, lanky frame, bushy eyebrows and thick curly black hair. He wasn't ugly but still, I was a girl and didn't have my mums' pretty attributes.