Best gift ever by fun_guy

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Being part of typical Indian family I was used to get short haircuts to cop up with long summers. My parents worked really hard to overcome some rough years at start of their new family life. My mom being a strict one always kept a check on what I do. As a kid I didn't understand much about my hair and my mom preferred to keep my hair short enough.( I guess similar to no.4 buzzcut...Not sure though) As I grew older I realized that kids around doesn't even look like me and worst part being at times those kids made some very mean comments on me. So I started rebellion against my mother regarding the haircut.
I remember my First attempt being a traumatic one. My mom always trusted the Barbar with his skills so she never had to stand behind the chair to guide my haircut. I took advantage of this and This time I told the barbar to keep my hair a little longer on the top. When the barbar finished my haircut I realised this looked much better than what I used to have. But this bubble of joy was soon to get bursted.When my mom came to pick me up she noticed the change. She inquired from the barbar and she argued with him so hard until he was forced to pick up scissors again. He asked my mom " how do you want it then?" She said "go short". As barbar started to spray water and comb my hair on top my mom inquired "don't you use clippers?" He told "no ma'am we use them just to taper the sides never on top." "That's why his hair so long on the top. Use clippers instead" Barbar argued pretty hard but in vein. Meanwhile I was so scared of the whole scenario of my mom and barbar arguing and a handful of audience behind observing this with keen interest, that I was not able to say a word. I knew price must be payed. Barbar dusted the clippers and plugged them in. He put on some bigger guard which my mom insisted to change to number 2 I guess. He put them on my forehead and grabbed the back of my head with another hand. He plunged them into the hair with so force and ploughed a straight patch till the back. I just sat still figuring out what's been happening as I got sheared. Mom checked every single bit of it and made him pass a couple of times more to make them even. As he finished up he removed the cap and my mom paid the money. When we were leaving my mom told him" I like this. Give him the same till I tell you not to." This is how I ended up getting more as I tried to keep more.
Couple of years went by till I gathered enough courage to tell my mom. At last by around 13 years of age I convinced her to get some better haircut but still at the price of no.2 buzzcut before every exams.since then I have been keeping them as I like and which suits to my face. I am 22 now and atlast I came to understand the reason why my mom used to get me so short haircuts.As she was a working mother it might be hard for her to take me every month for haircuts as well as we were not as affording as we are now. So now I don't hate her now as much as I used to be.

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