What is the “conflict” in Sandra Cisneros’ hair?
Can you recognize a/the “conflict” in these two paragraphs?
Everybody in our family has different hair. My Papa’s hair is like a broom, all up in the air. And me, my hair is lazy. It never obeys barettes or bands. Carlos hair is thick and stright. He doesn’t need to comb it. Nenny’s hair is slippery – slidess out of your hand. And kIki, who is the youngest has hair like fur.
But my mother’s hair, my mother’s like little rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty because she pinned it in pincurls all day, sweet to put your nose into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe, is the warm smell of bread before before you bake it, is the smell, when she makes room for your on her side of the bed still warm with her skin and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and Papa snoring. The snoring, the rain and Mama’s hair that smells like bread.
Hair is a symbol for personality.
Everyone’s personality is different but mom’s is the best.
The conflict is: All of us do not resemble mom’s ‘hair’.
Drunk and snoring with nose band
