My hair is falling out. I have only just noticed. Thin brown hair, sparse, and not hiding the pink patches of scalp. I tell Mami.

'I know!' She says. 'Other people are noticing. They keep asking me about it.'

I feel too young to lose my hair. I panic. Mami force-feeds me leeks, saying 'these will help' in a nursey voice.


Flicking through Moleskin. A dream I had a while ago. She force-fed me leeks?