change in hair and morning sky
The roots of my hair are white like they were when I was one. My last dye job was a brown or red. The white is more noticeable against the dark color. I am sick of my hair. Sick of changing the color. Sick of putting it up. Sick of the weight of it on my scalp. I told Roland that I need it cut. We cannot afford the expense right now. He tells me to cut my own hair. What?!?!? I can't see the back of my head. How am I supposed to make it even? I've been cutting his hair for the last six months. I don't think I've done a good job. As I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder. What if I cut my pigtails off? How would that work? I take the scissor...