Jack's father takes charge by ghostwriter

---

Once upon a time, there was a young man named Jack who had always been proud of his thick, dark, and floppy hair. He had deep brown eyes that sparkled with mischief and a sharp jawline that was framed by his luscious locks. His hair cascaded down his shoulders in soft waves, reaching his lower back. He spent hours styling it, making sure it was just right before heading out for the day. He loved the way it made him feel unique and special.

However, Jack's father had a different opinion. He thought Jack's hair was unkempt and unmanly, and he constantly complained about it. Jack tried to ignore his father's comments, but they still hurt. He knew that his father had served in the military and had always sported a buzzcut, but Jack had always been different, he was an artist and a musician, and his hair was an extension of his creative self.

One day, Jack's father took him to an old-fashioned barbershop in the heart of the city. The barbershop was small and cramped, with a musty smell that lingered in the air. There were old, worn-out chairs and a long counter that held an array of scissors, combs, and razors. Jack felt uneasy as soon as he walked in. He knew what was coming, and he knew there was no way out of it.

His father sat him down in the chair and told the barber to give him a "proper" haircut. Jack tried to protest, he begged and pleaded with his father to let him keep his hair, but his father wouldn't listen. The barber, a gruff old man with a thick mustache, picked up a pair of scissors and began hacking away at Jack's hair.

Jack watched in horror as chunks of his thick, dark hair fell to the ground. The barber worked quickly, snipping away at his hair with no regard for the style or shape. Jack tried to move, but the barber held him firmly in place. He felt like crying, he couldn't understand why his father would do this to him, why he couldn't let him express himself the way he wanted.

Before Jack knew it, the barber had switched to a buzzer and was buzzing away at his hair, taking it down to a short and spiky buzzcut, leaving him barely an inch of hair. He was mortified, his once long and luscious hair was now short and barely there, he felt exposed and humiliated. He looked at his father, who was smiling and nodding in approval. Jack couldn't believe it, he felt like he had lost a part of himself.

Feeling humiliated and betrayed, Jack left the barbershop with his head down, trying to hide his new buzzcut from the world. He couldn't bear to look at himself in the mirror and couldn't bear to face his father. He felt angry and sad, he couldn't understand why his father would do this to him, and he couldn't believe that the person he trusted most in the world would hurt him like this.

Days passed, and Jack started to accept his new buzzcut, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal and hurt. He started to understand that his father's actions came from a place of love and concern, but that didn't change the fact that it was still unwanted. He also realized that the buzzcut he had been given, was a traditional military cut, a reminder of his father's past in the armed forces, but it was not something he wanted for himself.

---