Where’s my ‘stache?

Movember Story

Everywhere I looked, boys were growing moustaches. They were coming in; pencil thin, then handlebar thick and variations on the theme. When I turned to my Dad at the age of sixteen and asked

“Dad, what’s wrong with me?”

He answered,

“Sweetheart, girls don’t grow moustaches… but you can try”.

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