From the mind of a father, translated…
Awhile ago, after the middle school national exams, my daughter trimmed her long hair short, to a little below her ears; my wife and my four-year-old son both felt, that her new hair style fitted her very much, but, I don’t know what was wrong with me, I couldn’t say a word of compliment to her at all, and gave her the silent treatment for days on end.
Since my daughter was born, from before she’d learned how to take care of herself, it was me, her dad, who’d bathed, and washed her hair, putting her in her diapers, making the bottles, it’s no problem to me at all. My daughter’s black head of hair, along with her big and round eyes, it would often give off the impression to others, that she was Japanese, and she’d enjoyed when people mistook her as such.
From before this time she’d gotten her hair trimmed, my daughter consistently had her hair long, at its longest, it’d gotten to her hips, and, at its shortest, it was, still close to eight inches below her shoulders. I’d not only washed her hair, blown dry it too, I also learned to braid her hair too, any kind of braids, it’s NO trouble for me at all; in kindergarten, my daughter had appointed me, to do her hair daily! Several times, I’d taken her to my company’s trips out, how delicate my daughter’s hair looked had awed my coworkers, and, none of them believed, that I was, behind it.
After she’d gone into the middle school years, although she’d learned how to wash her own hair, but in the winters, or when she had a ton of assignments to do, she’d still had me help her wash and blow dry it; for a very long time before the national examinations, it’s like so too. From before when she got her trims, it was to trim off the tips where it’d started splitting, she’d never trimmed her hair completely short. This time, probably because of how big the differences, I was ill prepared for it, that, was why I was, having adjustment difficulties.
As the next few weeks passed by, my daughter didn’t miss her long hair at all, after she’d had a new do, she’d gotten a brand new perspective. Seeing how satisfied my daughter was with her hair cut, why don’t I, change my ways of seeing it too?
So, because this daddy is the one who’d washed his baby girl’s hair, and, this time, she’d trimmed it short, and that would symbolize that she no longer needed her dad, to help make decisions about her hairstyle, and, that, would symbolize her going toward becoming more independent, spreading her wings to fly, and that, is what’s actually troubling this father, NOT the fact, that his daughter got a hair cut.
And this, is still NOT my photograh here…
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