The day he finally cut his hair, his mother cried before the scissors even touched it.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just quiet tears slipping down her face while her son sat in the salon chair smiling nervously at her through the mirror.
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The day he finally cut his hair, his mother cried before the scissors even touched it.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just quiet tears slipping down her face while her son sat in the salon chair smiling nervously at her through the mirror.
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