When I was in ninth school, I had quite long hair. One day, my mother unexpectedly took me to the barbershop.
‘Cut her hair short like a boy,’ Mom instructed. ‘Like a bob?’ the barber inquired. ‘No. Cut it above her ears.
I wept, but Mom continued asking the barber to cut it short. People surrounding us began staring. ‘Is that everything, ma’am?’
the barber inquired. ‘No,’ my mother said, rising up. ‘Cut mine just like hers.’
My mother was preparing us for a mother-daughter Halloween party, and she wanted us both to get bowl cuts.
We attended the celebration, and many people complemented our outfits. We even received the ‘Best Costume’ award.
In the end, I suppose it was worthwhile, because I really miss my mother.”
