Friends visited

" Auntie!"

Closing her eyes while resting her head on the edge of the bathtub, she called Madam Anne who was gently scrubbing her skin. The steam of the warm water is bubbling up in the bathroom. Her nonchalant stare at the ceiling somehow stings like a pricking thorn in her heart.

" Yes, Young Lady!"

Responding, she wipes her around the bandage, carefully doing everything so that the wound doesn't come near to the water.

" Can you cut my hair? They are so heavy."

Madam Anne's eyes go on her, the distinct expression of sympathy is understandable. But, shockingly, she asked for a cut. Today, when she was getting ready for school. She said she loves her hair the most. The only thing she is proud of.

" Why? Lady! Your hair is beautiful. Not everyone gets blessed with such beautiful hair!"

She said trying not to do what she wanted to do.

" Blessed? What can I do with these blessings when I am too tired to carry the heaviness on my shoulder? I don't need this. Please cut them off."

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