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Current Date: December 7, 2022
Character: Ixchel Tozi
Race: Human
Age: 27
Current residence: New York City Ruins, New York
Being secretive has never really worked out for me. For one thing, my parents hovered so much while I was growing up and sick that I couldn’t even keep anything from them if I wanted, and two, this rainbow wig I used to wear made me quite visible to others and I don’t think that I could have hidden away either if I’d wanted to.
Once my hair started to slowly grow back, some months after my final treatments and here, after the snow came, I still wore the wig. It took until my hair was at least to my chin before I stopped wearing it. It was still somewhat thin, and I didn’t feel comfortable with it. Now, well now it’s closer to my shoulder blades because that’s just how slow my hair grows and I’ve found means of dyeing some of the strands different colours through natural means, it’s been an interesting experience.
I do remember, though, when my parents had agreed to the very colourful wig. I’d been so happy. It seemed to give me just a little extra something in life. Something bright and pretty that I could turn to when I felt tired, or after I’d slowly gotten back to my feet after a seizure.
The one thing that remains with me, even now, years down the road, is that I know I gave my parents this look that I thought might have been meaningful but that’s hard to really know for certain if it was or not at this point. Here I was, learning how to secure this very colourful wig on my head and I told my parents that this was our secret. That they weren’t allowed to talk about how this wasn’t my hair.
It was young, even back then. I think I was allowed to want to keep this kind of secrecy. I felt that the hair was just so beautiful and wanting to believe that it truly was mine gave me something to smile about if you would. They indulged me. I think it was one of the rare things I sort of really set my little child-foot down about and they allowed me.
Clearly, no one would have really believed it was my real hair but the nurses I saw every time I had to go back would gush about it all and it just made me happy, you know? I think that it gave me that little extra boost that made me into the person I am now. Despite the seizures, the headaches and the tumour, I’ve always tried to be the happy one. I think a word that some people have used to describe me before in the past might have been bubbly. I probably didn’t truly know the meaning of that word back then but thinking back about it now, I suppose they might have had a point.
I still try to be a positive person every day. The world has changed, I still wear my bracelet, but I know they’ve done something in my head because I haven’t honestly had any headaches in years, and I’ve had no seizures to deal with either. It’s been such a drastic change from what my life was before the snow. I don’t know exactly what it is they’ve done and I’m not about to ask to try and understand. I know that Doc Axl and Doc Flynn worked together to get me as good as new and that’s all that matters.
Secrets are hard for me to keep. This is one of those things I’ve come to realize about myself. They’re hard to keep but, on that same note, I don’t think I could ever begin to want to keep secrets from Anisa. She deserves nothing but the truth from me and I find myself just loving her so much that lies would hurt to tell.
Heck, if I think about it, I think it only took a couple of days of knowing her before I’d told her about the wig, mostly because I wasn’t feeling exactly great back then and I had to spend a lot of time just sitting at the bottom of that shower in the bunker but still. I hadn’t felt like I had to absolutely keep the secret of my wig to myself. I mean, I knew, by then, that there were some people who paid their hairdressers hundreds of dollars to have hair like that but mine was never going to grow out and I liked the feeling of friendship I’d found in her back then, so I wanted her to know me the way I really was.
Meeting her has been one of the better things that have happened to me, too. I have no regrets.