BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT
Jan 23, 2020
5 minutes
Words by Lucy Bryant
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Alice Hodgson, 26, Preston
Waiting eagerly for my sister to arrive, I giggled to myself. ‘I wonder what crazy colour Rosie’s hair will be today,’ I laughed to our mum Andrea, 53.
‘Who knows love, it’s different every time we see her!’ Mum replied.
Rosie, 27, had always been the quirky one in the family, her own person no matter what other people thought – and a huge way of her expressing her unique style was through her hair.
As a kid, she was louder and funnier than everyone else, and her individuality followed her through her teens and into her 20s.
A true breath of fresh air, there was never a dull moment when Rosie was around.
She was
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