Except when her mother would give her home permanents.
This process involved bobby pins and strong chemical smells ending with curls in a swirl around her head.
Her bangs were cut straight across the middle of her forehead.
She hated it.
She wanted long hair but her mother wouldn’t allow it.
Why do mothers do this to their children?
Her grown-up self today glances in the mirror and asks…
“Who is that woman in the mirror?”
“When did the wrinkles come and when did my hair turn silver?”
The little girl inside herself never really thought about how her face would change.
She never thought that her face would be like her grandmother’s. She for sure didn’t think about wrinkles.
Today this grownup woman listens to those younger parts of herself say:
“Wow, what happened to your face?”
“What are those lines on your face and where did they...