. I am 18 years old and my mother decided to cut my hair to punish me. Because I had not returned to the house and that I had spent all the night outside. It took me along in a very old barber-shop. I was very humiliated. My dark hair was really long, falling on my mouth and on my shoulders.
Their was nobody in the shop when we entered. Only the barber. My mother said to her that she wanted that this haircut like a real punishment for me, and she explained why.
The barber answered: `it is an excellent lesson for undisciplined teenagers… The parents should ore often think of that…" My mother plunged a hand in my hair and trailed me in the chair.
The barber called to my mother: "if you want, so that he does not forget the punishment, we can have him all the afternoon in the chair awaiting his cut… Made your shopping, takes your time and returns towards the closing of the shop, I will cut his hair when you return"…
While she spoke with my mother, she covered me with a large blue cape, and tightened my neck with a white neck duster. She combed my hair hard by firmly holding my head with its other hand. My mother said: "you are right, leave it like that until the end of the afternoon, with his hair which falls on his face… he is ridiculous like that, and it is very well for her !" Them my mother left the shop and and I remained alone with the barber. I was terrified.
Time passing, I wanted to urinate and I asked to the barber if I could go to the toilets. she said to me : `not, my boy, it was necessary to think of it front, urinate in your trousers if you want, it is your problem, me I know only one thing : you do not go down from the chair before yourhaircut!`
My mother returned to the shop around 6 p.m.
She sat down and my mother said to the barber that the haircut could start. The barber rectified my head, still combed me, a long time, and it started to cut long pieces of hair around myears with scissors. Their was a sheavy silence in the shop; and only sharp snap of the scissors which cut my hair.
The barber made all the turn of my head like that, by raising the wicks of hair with his comb and while cutting all that exceeded. The more it crossed, the more I felt to become again little boy.
About 15 minutes in half my hair had been snipped off. My mother got up and the barber stopped. My mom walked around me inspecting my haircut then said to the barber let me take a picture of him so the barber swivled the chair round and my mom got her phone out to take a picture. Then she said to her that I would look good with that haircut only if it were ginger. The barber understood immediately took the cape off me and my mother dragged me to the otherside of the room to the seat with the sink. For the next half hour my head was put in the bowl with someliquid and I came out of it and was dragged back to the original chair and had the cape put round me I was ginger. My mother took another picture and then said to the barber to finnish me off.
By that I had no idea what she meant but soon understood when I saw the smile on the barbers face and hear the thud and a click which meant one thing the clippers were out. My humiliation was completed with a total head shave. I was dragged out and have been sent to that barber shop by mother four times more for stuff like leaving the table before everyone else to do homework because I was being rude what should I do?
How Should I Escape This Humiliation She Says Its what all moms do and if i don’t go t the barbers se’ll do it herself p.s. she has a set of clippers in her bedroom.
ur mom was so wrong she out of her mind
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