Lillian stepped into the bustling black-owned hair salon, the air was alive with the hum of blow dryers and the laughter of clients sharing stories. But as her gaze swept the room, it froze on a sight that stirred a mix of confusion and anger within her. There, amidst the vibrant tapestry of African-inspired decor, stood a white man/female delicately braiding the hair of a young boy in the corner. She was outraged, But sat in the waiting chairs, when she got called for her hair, your doing her 💇
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