My parents - part 2 by Vykonavarel77

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This is the continuation of my story: My parents. I was 13 years old, it was 1974, when I didn't go with my mother to her barber shop to get my hair done. Then my father took me to his barber. He asked the barber to cut my hair the way he cut my father when he was a boy.
My hair gradually grew and I couldn't wait for it to grow back to its original length and to have the modern hairstyle of the time again. My hair has already grown by about 15 millimeters.
It's been 5 weeks since the last haircut. At breakfast, my father told me that we were going to Wilson's barbershop together. I started protesting that I didn't want to get my hair cut at Mr. Wilson's anymore. But the father had a completely different opinion about it. He told me that I was already a big boy to be cut by a barber who cuts women's hair. It's time for me to go to the barber who does good haircuts for men and boys. I was waiting for my mother to stand up for me and talk my father down. But the mother was silent.
Before leaving, I tried to resist going to the Wilson barber shop with my father. But my father grabbed me and squeezed me hard. I was like in massive pincers. I finally gave up and went to Wilson Barber Shop with my dad.
There were several old men sitting in the barbershop, waiting for a haircut, when barber Wilson saw us, smiled and said: Michael, I'm glad to see you here again. I had to be polite, so I replied that I was also glad to see him.
When I was invited to sit in the barber's chair, the barber wrapped me in a large sheet. The barber asked his father how I was going to cut Michael's hair today. Dad replied to him to give me a haircut for the current 13 year old boy. The barber took a pair of scissors and started cutting my rather short hair. During the haircut, the barber asked me if I would go to him like my father every 3 weeks? At that moment I felt every stone in my stomach. I replied that I didn't know, but probably not.
I was left with very short hair on the sides of my head. The hair on the top of the head remained about 4 centimeters long. Then he moistened his hair, combed it forward and cut off the bangs high above the eyebrows. Almost my entire forehead was visible. When the barber took the fine scissors he bent my head and made a 3 cm arc around the ear with them. The white skin was clearly visible. He did the same on the other side of the head. He then pushed my head forward and cut my hair from the neck to the back of my head. Finally, using a comb and scissors, he made a gradual transition from a small stubble to 4 centimeter hair on the top of my head.
Before I could leave the barber's chair, the barber lathered around my ears and the back of my neck. He shaved a little stubble around my ears and the nape of my neck. He applied an oily cream to the hair on the top of his head and combed it. When he used a hand mirror to show me the shaved and trimmed back of his head. My hair wasn't quite as short as it was when I first visited the Wilson barber shop, but my hair was short and I had a shaved head about 10 centimeters from the back of my shirt collar. Dol has the same hairstyle as his classmate David.
While the barber was cutting my father's hair, I was stroking the back of my head on the waiting chair. I can already see how boys with long hair will laugh at me on Monday.
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On the way home, I timidly told my father that the barber asked me how often I would go to him for a haircut. Father replied with a smile: Mr. Wilson is our barber now and we will go to him for haircuts, every 3 weeks. When I heard my father's words, I started shaking with fear. I realized that I probably won't talk my parents into having long hair again.
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As I expected, no one missed that I was in the Wilson barbershop and I heard a lot of taunts from my classmates and boys who knew me.

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3 weeks later on Saturday at breakfast I was on pins and needles. My hair grew about a centimeter. I thought dad would forget about the new haircut. Before I left the table after breakfast, my father said to me: Michael, we are leaving for the barber shop in 15 minutes.
For a very long time, I could not get used to regular haircuts at the Wilson barber shop. My hair has always been the same short.

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