I had neither the time nor the expertise to do my hair fancily before flying home for the holidays. I knew my Mom would have something to say about the state of my "ponytail", a collection of perhaps four or five braids just long enough to make it through the elastic band. However, her disapproval melted into inspiration after what must have been a couple of days spent analyzing the new growth at my nape and the awkward patch where I accidentally cut three inches of my hair off last month.
It wasn't surprising when she offered to do my hair right before we had to attend a large family gathering, even though it's been years since she last braided anyone's hair. She used to always fix my hair when I was a kid. I miss having her style my hair. She knows where my tender spots are, her conversation is entertaining, and she never charges me a dime. I couldn't even remember the last time she'd done me this favour, but when she finished we were both surprised to see she still had the skill! In under an hour she had created about a dozen neat and evenly-spaced cornrows, each feeding into a single puff on the top of my head. My Mom is a perfectionist and installed them with such attention to detail that I was able to wear the style for an entire week! Without doubt, it was a fantastic Christmas gift.
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