Bob head
It was a hot Sunday afternoon. I was in ah ma’s house. And most of all I wanted a hair cut. So, I did it. The hair stylist clarified wiv me a few times b4 I finally assured her 2 go ahead and cut my hair. I knew its time 4 me 2 do it. I hv been keeping long hair since form six, the year tat taught me the meaning of betrayal, trust, death and most of all, love. And so, aft 6 years, I’m back 2 the same hairstyle tat I had wen I was 7.
The result was somehow surprising. Everybd; my family, friends and colleagues all agreed tat I look good in it. Some even said I shud hv done it since da the day I felt tired of hving long hair, while struggling from hair loss. Although the hair stylist told me I’m more suitable in long hair, yet, its time for me 2 make a change. Aft all, it will grow again. I think.