Got my hair braided today. I took a ten year break from it, but have recently started up again. Only this time I'm 4,000 miles away from my hairdresser--my mother--I miss her. The way she smelled of rose petals and freesia as I sat between her lap for hair-braiding and a long chat. She never pulled my hair too tightly, always made sure I had something yummy to eat.
I found it strange that I posted this exactly a year ago when just two weeks prior, I was actually sitting with my esteemed mother — getting my hair braided. Guess not much has changed since last year. You wouldn't understand.