Headstart

I took the first large section of unbehaved brown hair and tied it in place with a small elastic tie.  The hair’s owner squirmed underneath me but she knew not to complain or rustle too much.  Moving to the other side of her head, I gathered the loose strands of hair into a second tail and put on another tie.  It wasn’t perfect but her hair never was.  She inherited the color and behavior of her father’s hair, wild and refusing to be tied down by water, gel, ties or even glue.  Even now, strings of hair escaped the twin tails and jutted out in random directions.  It didn’t help that she spent most of her time running around in the mud, trying to “go fast like Mommy.”
	I got up from my kneeling position on the floor, the c-shaped blades of metal that were my legs propelled me to a full upright position.  Despite the 11 years it’d been since high school, I’d barely grown another ten centimeters.  My husband, the lout that he was, refused to stop making fun of me about it.  Not all of us can be tall, Hisao.  Besides, my height kept me fast.
	The little girl turned around and stared at me with those big brown eyes, also inherited from her father, the notably lighter and I occasionally detected a flash of green in them.  Maybe I was just hopeful.
	“Alright, give Mommy a kiss,” I said as I leaned down to her height.  She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then ran off back to the playground.  A tall man with the same untamed brown hair came jogging over along the path in the park.
	“So how long do you think those are going to last?” he asked.
	“I’d just hate to cut them,” I said, “She looks so cute in them.”
	“Did you always have twintails like that?”
	“Since I could remember,” I said, unconsciously feeding my hand through my now solitary ponytail.  “It was time to pass it on though.”
	“Yeah but she’s a Nakai.  You can’t do anything with our hair.”
	“I can try!” I reached up and pushed my hand through his hair, trying to deliberately mess it up, even though you already couldn’t tell he had combed it this morning.
	“Stop!  Come on!” he said laughing, “One more lap?”
	I looked over at my mother sitting on the bench near us.  Her eyes were focused on the little girl currently jumping from the highest monkey bars to the ground, climbing back up them and jumping down again.  She’d be okay.
“I’ll race ya,” I winked.  I took off down the path at full speed.
“No fair!” he called out after me, “You got a headstart!”
“I’ve always had one!” I called back.

I MIGHT BUILD ON THIS IF THERE'S INTEREST/I CAN BUILD A STORY OUT OF IT.