Ms.S. Mummy can I do makeup n hairstyling?

Me: ok, but can I finish praying first?

Ms.S: no. Now

Me: ok. Five mins only. Then after I finishing praying we can continue.

Ms.S: ok.

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Ms.S: look mummy, ( hands me her play mirror)

Me: oh so pretty. Now break time.

I move to settle my dupatta on my head, only I notice a Bunch of hair on the floor. I shrug n blame my post pregnancy hairfall.

I notice a bigger bunch on the side of my sleeve, my eyebrows raise in suspicion. I bunch my hair together and stroke them. Yes, a fine ass bunch of locks of hair slide through my fingers.

I question my said hairstylist if pretend play had anything to do with scissors.

Nodding slowly left to right and clinching hard to something in her pocket, I raise my voice to question her if she had actually cut my hair. I pull her hand out of the pocket n there I find a tiny pair of shears. The deed was done.

I pushed her put of the room with a raging voice. Gathered my god forsaken hair. Sighed. And then laughed. I had done this before. I had done it when I was small.

Sweet karma. Sweet darned karma.

I’m fine now. My hair is back in a bun. So let’s just move on.