I was back in college. There was a death in the family and my parents and other relatives (who were attending the funeral service) were staying with me in my dorm room. It could've been an apartment. It was quite crowded. People had to sleep on the sofa and floor but no one seemed to mind. 

I was in front of the mirror in the bathroom combing my hair and a lot of it was coming off but I ignored this. The lights in the bathroom were very bright and its blue walls seemed almost white. People were walking back and forth behind me in the mirror. My father came in and said that I was losing my hair. I said I wasn't. He inspected my head and showed me a "bald strip" on the right side of my head about an inch wide. It was hard to see because my scalp was black, somehow. But it was there and I agreed to get a haircut, because it was time.