Life is a Journey

On the big day I was a mess. Oh let’s just say a total wreck. I walked to the beauty shop across town to have my hair done.   idea. In all fairness to the stylist, she had never touched my hair before. It came out looking like “old woman” hair. I cried most of my way back home. Momma said, “Oh it will be alright.”

Alright was not good enough and not what I wanted to hear. I washed it all out and started over. Once it was finished it looked like me again whatever that was worth. I felt better about it though. It was an afternoon of nerves for all of us females in the house. I’m quite sure Momma breathed a sigh of relief once they got back home that evening and everything was over and done}

 

 

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