By Kialy A. Megerth
Mother always had short hair. She didn’t care for the maintenance of long hair, and never liked to use special products or partake in elaborate beauty rituals. So when I saw her in the bathroom one day brushing a white colored cream through her hair I was puzzled. I asked what the cream was for and she replied, “It’s to make my hair grow long, to make Daddy happy.”
It must have worked, because that night when I awoke from a nightmare and stumbled into my parents’ bedroom, laying on top of Daddy was a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair.
Loved the unexpected shock in the last paragrap, Kialy.
I liked this very much. The surprise at the end left me thinking–as all good stories should.
Many truths within (much more than a strand).