Family Values

Readily using questionable means to get things like haircuts done, building trust was low on the list of my parents’ concerns. You see, I was protective of my special curl, the one which spiraled down between my eyes, alighting on my nose. For whatever reason, it had to stay. But Mother didn’t agree. Bringing a pair of blunt-tip kid’s scissors to her sleeping toddler's head, she snipped away at that perfect curl. Scarred from this breach of trust, I sleep just a tad bit lighter knowing my mother may creep in, ready to take what is precious to me.