A little story about my hair, my dad and ice cream.
I have naturally curly hair.
You have to be careful how you cut naturally curly hair.
I was in 8th grade.
My dad drove me to my hair appointment.
8th grade was a hard time for me. I was going through all the changes that come your way as a girl. I had surgery on both of my feet. I had naturally curly hair and I wanted straight hair.
My dad took me to my hair appointment.
He stayed in the truck, I went in.
Bev was the cosmetologist that was ready to cut my hair. I do not think we had one person do our hair, my mom would just take the appointment with whoever was available.
Bev gave me a nice hair cut, until she got to my bangs. She cut my bangs, not realizing she needed to leave some hair for the natural curl.
I paid for the appointment.
I quickly went to the truck.
The tears started to flow. Down they came as I desperately pulled on my bangs, trying to make them grow back, or pull hair from my head.
My dad really had no idea what to do.
He said, "You do not like your hair cut?"
"No." I cried.
"Let's go for Ice Cream." my dad said.
He drove to the A&W. He went in and let me stay in the truck. As I pondered how to glue hair back on to my hair. He came back with two Twist Cones. He smiled! I smiled!
It was a special time for me. Just me and my dad. In his own tender way, he told me he understood about the hair cut.