I sat still as she unknotted my hair with quick, brisk strokes.
How I hated that bit.
I instinctively recoiled and brought my small hands up to my mother’s wrist.
“No! Never mind! I don’t want make up, Mommy!”
I quickly ducked my head down and pushed her arm away. Holding my arms protectively in front of my face I took a small step back.
It pulled my head to one side and I winced when a hair was plucked from my scalp.
Next was the mascara. How I hated that bit.
As the brush connected with my lashes, I instinctively recoiled and brought my small hands up to my mother’s wrist.
“No! Never mind! I don’t want make up, Mommy!”
“Hold on, sweetie,” she placed her free hand on my forehead and leaned my head back.
“Alright. Need any help?”
When I ripped open the bag that contained my costume, my jaw nearly dropped at the handfuls of bows and sequin-drenched material I extracted. I stuffed the dress back into the bag and felt my face heat up. Walking back into my mother’s bathroom, I clasped my hands behind my back and cleared my throat.
I shifted my weight to the sides of my feet.
Rolling back on my heels I answered, “Well, maybe…”
My mother walked over to me and grabbed the nearest brush.
quick, brisk strokes.
It pulled my head to one side
After about a minute
She recapped the hairspray and scrunched her fingers through my stiff hair once more.
Next was the mascara. How I hated that bit.
mascara wand of death
I instinctively recoiled and brought my small hands up to my mother’s wrist.
Holding my arms protectively in front of my face I took a small step back.
“I’m just gonna go get my costume on now.”
“Need help?”
I shifted my weight to the sides of my feet.
Rolling back on my heels I answered, “Well, maybe…”