“What’s wrong dear?” I yanked my hair back and snarled.
“I can’t stand all of this hair Mom…it keeps getting in my way.” Mom laughed and ran her fingers through the strands.
“Well, we can’t cut it…but perhaps we can keep it out of your face. Would you like me to do that for you?” I nodded.
“Yeah, anything!” Mom walked me to my bed and sat me down on it. She walked behind me and knelt down on my bed behind me. She wrapped her hands around my hair and pulled it back. She fished for something in her pants pocket and then continued pulling on my hair.
“I haven’t done this since I was quite young…but I think I still remember how to do this.” I glanced back at her in suspicion. What was she talking about? However, I really didn’t want to offend Mom anymore, so I shrug