Mercy for Everyone but Me
My long hair happened to get caught in the flames as well.
That was the first time Dad was properly stern with me. I was grounded for two days.
At that time, my hair meant more to me than life itself. After the scorched ends were trimmed off, the rest of my hair looked jarringly uneven. When the hairdresser told me that the only solution was to cut the rest of my hair off, I cried and refused. So, I holed myself up at home for the next few days, sporting that bizarre haircut.
Then, late one night, Adrian couldn't bear to watch me act that way any longer. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off my hair—along with my stubbornness—in one swift snip.
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