yesterday, dad ended my 2-month old problem: he cut the frizzy ends of my hair. now, instead of having a layered look, i now sport a weird cut: a combination of layered and straight cut…i like itÜ.
please note that dad is really into a lot of stuff. he can build and rebuild the house, mend any broken appliance, fix the van, tend the garden, wash and iron clothes, cook splendid dishes, be a terrfific help in math and drafting, and alas, cut hair.
this brought back a lot of good memories. i remember, when i was just 4 or 5, dad used to cut my hair for i would not have anyone else. then, as i grow up, i learned the existence and use of salons and spas. experiencing something again after a long time, something that you really treasure in your heart, was really nice. it caused me to realize that i must spend more time with dad, for i noticed that since i became a teenager, i began to do girl stuff with mom and drifted bit by bit away from him.
as i watch him eat dinner with his usual gusto, i realized, again, how dear he is to me and how i resolved to mind him and obey him and love him for all my life…
