Hair

After school today, my mother picked me up from school just like any other day. We sat in the car listening to the distant music played by my mother's old car radio. As I listened to yet another song playing by 94.5 KBAY, I noticed a smirk on my mother's face. "I have a surprise for you," she says. Well, you know at this point I was neither excited or nervous because usually when my mother says "surprise" you know there's an awry situation. My mother is not the kind of mother who is excited by any superb news. News, good or bad, is just news. Moving along, the smirk grew into more of a sinister laugh. Before I knew it, my mother was parked in front of a beauty parlor. Well, there's nothing wrong with a beauty parlor but what was awaiting on the inside seemed beyond bewilderment. My mother was planning on cutting my hair and I was unaware of the exact date this was to take place. So, as I stepped in the parlor all the tears were flooding out of me and I couldn't control it. Every cut was like a knife through my heart and in the end my heart seemed to be a crippled organ. My hair was cut short and the length was minimized to an appalling level. As my mother lit up with excitement, my heart began to race again and I took one look in the mirror. "Hmph, it's not so bad," I said. Looking down at the pieces of hair on the ground, I could actually hear each strand whispering my name making be feel guilty as ever. I really miss my hair.