"The Little Girl's Hair: A Spark That Ignited A Passion Within Me"

It was just a typical day in August, a Friday to be exact. The sun was shining bright, and the humidity made it nearly impossible to breathe without feeling sticky. I was out running errands, picking up groceries and a birthday present for my family who lived across megacity. As I made my way to the checkout counter, my eyes caught sight of a little girl, no further than four times old, sitting in a shopping wagon, playing with a stuffed beast. Her mom was standing in front of her, placing particulars on the counter for the cashier to scan. The girl was bedazzled by the toy, her little hands examining every inch of it. She kept laughing and roaring, her joy filling the store. The ma must have noticed my observation, because she turned around and smiled at me. I smiled back, feeling a bit awkward peering. Also, commodities caught my attention. The little girl’s hair; it was the most beautiful color I had ever seen. It was a shade of red, like that of an apple, and her hair was so coiled and substantial. I could tell that they were natural, and they flowed like swells down her rear. My studies were intruded by the cashier yelling," Next in line, please." I snappily paid for my particulars and rushed outside to the parking lot. I was in a bit of a hurry now, as I had to make it across the megacity before my family's birthday party started. I knew that if I wanted to avoid the rush hour business, I had to leave as soon as possible. As I made my way through the parking lot, my eyes caught sight of the same little girl and her mom walking towards their bus. The little girl was still adhering her stuffed beast tightly, and her hair was blowing in the wind. I was struck by her beauty, and I felt an appetite to tell her mom how gorgeous her son's hair was. I approached the mom, and with a smile, I asked," Can I just tell you how beautiful your son's hair is ” The mom looked at me, surprised but with a warm smile on her face, “ Thank you so much! People generally ask if it’s dyed, but it’s natural. ” “ I can tell, ” I replied, “ it’s such a unique and beautiful color. I just had to say commodity. ” The mom and I continued talking for numerous beats, switching pleasing blather. We laughed and shared stories about our day. Also, we parted ways, and I got into my bus to continue on my trip. During the drive, I couldn’t stop allowing about that little girl's hair. I don’t know what it was, but the commodity about it had charmed me, and I couldn't shake it off. Also, it hit me that I had no way seen a hair color like hers ahead. I realized that there must be multitudinous people out there, just like her, with different tones of unique hair, who don’t get the appreciation they earn. That was the moment my idea was born. When I got back home that night, I sat down and began probing unique hair colors. I spent hours scrolling through social media platforms and images, collecting a list of hair colors that I had no way heard of ahead. The disquisition came an obsession, and soon enough, I had a lot of information to work with. The coming day, I started working on a blog. I knew nothing about blogging, but I was determined to partake my new- set up knowledge with the world. I created a website, wrote papers, and uploaded cinema of people with unique hair colors. It came my passion, and I spent enough much all of my free time on it. As time went on, the point started gathering a following. People were thankful and appreciative of the posts, and my inbox was swamped with dispatches from people sharing stories about their unique hair exploits. It felt amazing to know that I was helping people embrace their unconventional hair, and it was each because of that little girl in the store, and a split-alternate decision to say commodity positive. Looking back, that moment might have sounded insignificant, a passing compliment to a outsider caught in a grocery store, but it ended up changing my life. It gave rise to my new passion, one that fulfilled me in ways I no way allow. That little girl's hair, and the discussion I had with her mom, led me down a path of creativity and joy that I had no way endured ahead. It just goes to show how indeed the lowest moments in life, bones that feel trivial at the time, can really make all the difference, indeed if just in some small way.