I wipe the tear from my face and kiss her forehead. "It's okay." I give her a smile and turn back around to go find a curling iron. "I don't think I want to leave it in a ponytail." I mumble to myself. "Ahah! There it is." I pick up the curling iron and head back to where I left my daughter. "Curly hair is pretty hair." I say and take her hair from the ponytail.