Brooklyn weave with a leaf. Looks to be of the bangs genus and an auburn hue.
Weaves like this are always curious. Mostly their completeness. How did an entire section, a discernible chunk get on the ground in its entirety? Pretty special and in tact.
Scene: Baby and mother get into a fight. He wants his pacifer and she doesn't want him to have it. In the end, they're both losers: he loses the binky, she loses a perfect tornado-shaped lock of weave. There are never winners in the game of love (I'm not sure that applies, but go with it).