Sitting on the salon chair, what'sapp-ing MM on a very feminine subject of discussion and I recall how much time I have spent with the two ladies in my family at the salon.
My mum used to lug me and my Sis along while she spent hours at the salon. Unlike my Sis, I was the unlucky one, plagued with bad hair and a mum who was a control freak over how my hair should look, i.e. Short paired with a ridiculous looking fringe. I cannot remember how many times I went running into the toilet crying, spending a long time in it with my hands giving my fringe tight pulls. Seriously, visits to the salon with my mum had been a nightmare.
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My mum used to lug me and my Sis along while she spent hours at the salon. Unlike my Sis, I was the unlucky one, plagued with bad hair and a mum who was a control freak over how my hair should look, i.e. Short paired with a ridiculous looking fringe. I cannot remember how many times I went running into the toilet crying, spending a long time in it with my hands giving my fringe tight pulls. Seriously, visits to the salon with my mum had been a nightmare.
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