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About 8 or 9 years ago, a hairdresser came to our village. Since our village is at the top of the mountain and far from the city, the hairdresser only comes to the village at a rich person’s wedding. The hairdresser came again, of course we are excited. The hairdresser will cut my hair for the first time. My mother and my sister went out and went to the house where the hairdresser is. It was my turn to see the hairdresser. He said what kind of model do you want, I told him, “Let it be like this, let’s get it like this, and let’s get bangs.” Then my mother came to the hairdresser quietly and said don’t listen to her and cut it short. I heard that, I said no, my mother said sternly. The hairdresser only comes once a year and then he said to get something neat. He asked my mother how to do it, and my mother told me to shorten it to the top, I felt like crying, then my mother went to help with the meals, and the hairdresser started combing my hair. Then I begged the hairdresser to cut it the way I wanted, and he dismissed it as okay. Then he wet my hair, cut it with scissors, and put it in front of my eyes. Tears came to my eyes, I put my hand to the back of my neck, my neck was open, I shouted at the hairdresser in a loud voice, “You were going to cut my model?” and he laughed and continued, “Uh-huh”, then my mother came in and said, “Wow, that’s nice.” She touched my hair, and while I was touching it, I spit on my mother’s face and my mother slapped me. Then he left the room and the hairdresser continued and the part that made me cry the most was he put my hair forward and cut it with scissors just above my eyebrow and said look, it’s bangs then he fixed the sides and said it’s done. I took a handful and went to the kitchen to my mother, put my hand in my pocket and calmly asked how it was.
My mother said it was beautiful, then I took my hand out of my pocket and said, “This is my hair.” I threw away the hair. Everyone in the kitchen said how embarrassing it was and some of it ended up on their plates. My mother grabbed my arm and took me outside. He scolded me, “Who do you think you are?” Then my sister came and said, “Mom, I’m done too.” “I didn’t see her hair because my sister was in the next room. I couldn’t see how she was doing because she was wearing a headscarf. She tried to console me until I got home, then she changed her clothes,” she said. She took off her headscarf at home. What can I see, my sister’s hair is number 0. When I saw my brother, I said, ‘Brother, what happened to that room?’ I said, ‘This is your hair, my mother wanted it.’ He said he was very emotional, I was already covered. I went to my room and cried non-stop for an hour. Then I heard the doorbell and he called me. Then I learned that this haircut was my father’s wish. When my father came home in the evening, he started shouting at my mother, “Didn’t I say that this hair would be cut?” My mother said, “I took a nap.” My father got angry and said, “Did you cut it like this?” said. Then he saw me and said, “What?” He said, “I told you to cut properly,” and shouted. He then grabbed my mother’s arm and dragged her across the floor, forcing her to sit on the chair. Then he shouted and said: “Am I going to take care of you?” he said and we started cutting my mother’s hair with the number 0 machine. Abşam and I were very surprised. When my mother finished her work, she shouted at me and called me to her. , forced me to sit down and styled my hair into a size 0, then looked at the three of us and said, “Oh, you look like people now.”
