~HARSH~

"Harsh"

When my Mom was about seven, she had long blond hair.  It was thick and beautiful.

Her five older sisters love to brush it in the sunlight.  They lived on a farm

and had many chores to do.  About the third time my Gramma found them

all around my Mom, taking turns brushing her beautiful hair she told them

one more time and she would cut it off. 

The girls didn't listen and sure enough, the next day, Gramma came with her scissors and cut my Mom's hair in a short bob.  The girls were horrified and my Mom cried.

I don't think it was fair to my Mom either.  

(hope Gramma doesn't read this)

Kes© 2007