Repulsive 

I was only about five years old when I first laid eyes on her - two braids instead of the one she usually puts her hair into nowadays. She wore a red plaid dress and seemed awfully perky, I couldn’t help but stare. My father’s hand tapped my shoulder, swiftly pointing in the pretty girl’s direction. “See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with some coal miner.” said my dad as my eyes widened. “A coal miner? Why did she want a coal miner if she could’ve had you?” I replied in disbelief. My father sighed, bending down to me. “Because when he sings… even the birds stop to listen” he said.