Tolsty
Fifteen, at last.
This would be a call for celebration, pass the soda and cake, but in my family, with its traditions, I am not happy in the slightest at my age. I hated that I just turned fifteen, I wanted to go back in time and stop myself from ageing. But my body demand I grow up. Honestly, it’s not fair.
But on the bright side, I get to travel for this. Yeah, my mother wasn’t hairdresserishly inclined so she took me to someone who was. To be fair, it’s not hard to pick up some clippers and shave your daughter for some damn tradition but I guess she didn’t embarrass me more than I had been.This might be nice to hear from me, the angry victim of this story, but rest assured, I hated everything about this whole debacle.
But also… a little excited?
We came to Auntie’s house, a white house with a brown tile roof. She was rocking herself on the porch chair when we pulled in.”Ah, my dear niece”, she hugged me with one strong arm,”Fifteen, the big one five”
”Good to see you to, Auntie”, I said, being into the house. She had prepped the whole house for this day. It was like a party, she even bought me a cake for afterwards.
”Now, come along”,Auntie gestured to the area in which she was going to cut my hair,”I can’t wait to see you all cleaned up”
Mother walked me into the spare bedroom, but without the bed, Auntie converted it into her hair studio.An oval mirror let me look at myself as the proceedings continued. She sat me in the chair, a 70ish beauty chair.A green cape with my initials was draped over my body.My whole family had planned this ever since I was born.
”Okay”,Auntie doted over me,”One last look at you before I get to work. Awe, you are so beautiful, you’ll be more pretty when I’m done”
”I’m sure I will”, I told her.
”Alright”,Auntie smiled,”Here we go”
And with that, she was off. The clippers went up and down, buzzing off everything that was remotely a hair.From crown to nape and all around, no follicle was safe.It was all coming off.
”OOh! Girl, look at you”,awed Auntie,”We’re almost done”
No we were not, we were so far from done.
She spayed my head down and applied a hot towel for the smoothest shave.While the cream set in, she raised my chin.”Eyes closed, my dear”,she cooed,”This will be quick”
I had to obey as she shaved off my eyebrows.Spreading cream on the empty slots, she wiped them clean.As I had to look at my hairless face, she took the towel from my head and applied another coat of cream to my scalp. She made quick work and my head was smooth.
It is a new tradition but after I was already shaved, she took the opportunity to massage my head with Nair. I hated to wait months for my hair to grow back but oh well, I braved the family shave and no one can deny that achievement.
Loved this story!
Very nice story! Thank you very much for sharing it.