When did she first realise she was a girl.
Was it in the toy store, when her father brought her a pretty baby doll and her brother a toy car?
Did the soft touch of lipstick and the rustle of dupatta whisper it to her?
Was it when her mother made her sit next to the hot burning stove while her brothers played cricket in the backyard?
Did the clock teach her with its insurmountable curfews?
Or was it much before that, in the blue of his covers and the pink of hers.
Prompt from 100 Word Challenge: Julia’s Place