One of the best gifts my mother gave me was going on a getaway. I was a junior or senior in high school when she cut off her nearly waist-length locs, fluffed her fro, and packed her bags. She waved goodbye to me and my father and took off in a plane to South Africa. It was the first time I had seen her go on a trip by herself that wasn’t to visit family or travel for work. I decided to take note.