头发

    我们家里每个人的头发都不一样。爸爸的头发像扫把，根根直立往上插。而我，我的头发挺懒惰。它从来不听发夹和发带的话。卡洛斯的头发又直又厚。他不用梳头。蕾妮的头发滑滑的——会从你手里溜走。还有奇奇，他最小，茸茸的头发像毛皮。
    只有妈妈的头发，妈妈的头发，好像一朵朵小小的玫瑰花结，一枚枚小小的糖果圈儿，全都那么拳曲，那么漂亮，因为她成天给它们上发卷。把鼻子伸进去闻一闻吧，当她搂着你时。当她搂着你时，你觉得那么安全，闻到的气味又那么香甜。是那种待烤的面包暖暖的香味，是那种她给你让出一角被窝时，和着体温散发的芬芳。你睡在她身旁，外面下着雨，爸爸打着鼾。哦，鼾声、雨声，还有妈妈那闻起来像面包的头发。
    Hairs
    Everybodyinourfamilyhasdifferenthair.MyPapashairislikeabroom,allupintheair.Andme,myhairislazy.Itneverobeysbarrettesorbands.Carloshairisthickandstraight.Hedoesntneedtocombit.Nennyshairisslippery——slidesoutofyourhand.AndKiki,whoistheyoungest,hashairlikefur.
    Butmymothershair,mymothershair,likelittlerosettes,likelittlecandycirclesallcurlyandprettybecauseshepinneditinpincurlsallday,sweettoputyournoseintowhensheisholdingyou,holdingyouandyoufeelsafe,isthewarmsmellofbreadbeforeyoubakeit,isthesmellwhenshemakesroomforyouonhersideofthebedstillwarmwithherskin,andyousleepnearher,therainoutsidefallingandPapasnoring.Thesnoring,therain,andMama’shairthatsmellslikebread.