New neighbor Mr. Castillo. by strictsir

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I was 13 years old, it was in 1973, Mr. Castillo and his family moved into the house next door. He had 2 sons. The older son Sebastian was 14 years old and the younger son Liam was 11 years old.
It was Friday afternoon when they finished moving. Mr. Castillo and his family went to get to know their neighbors. They came to us, Mr. Castillo introduced himself to my father, he also introduced his wife and his two sons. Then he asked his father that he needed to know a good barber to cut his boys' hair. He doesn't want a barber who only does a small haircut to boys who then look like girls. He wants a barber for his sons who will give them really short haircuts. Mr. Nicholas is a good barber for short boys' haircuts, I suggested. I knew he was a barber that boys feared because he was very strict, boys had to be respectful to him and grateful for his really short haircut. My father confirmed that he is an old barber who does not like long hair on boys and men. Mr. Castillo was very pleased and said he would take the boys to get their hair cut today. He wants the boys to have nice boyish haircuts on Monday when they go to their new school. Mr. Castillo wanted to explain where Nicholas barber shop was. Then my father said to me: Dario, you are going to show the new neighbors where Nicholas's barber shop is. I agreed, I was looking forward to seeing the new boys as Mr. Nicholas cuts his hair. The neighbor told Sebastian and Liam to go get dressed to go to the barber. I also went to the house to get dressed.
Both boys were already waiting for me, both had short hair that didn't touch the shirt collar. The hair barely touched the top of the ears. I bent my head forward and made sharp side-to-side movements. My long thick hair was blowing. I was proud of them. Before going to the Nicholas barbershop, my father gave me money and said. Dario, you already have long hair, when you go to the barber, get a haircut too. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Well, I couldn't back down. After that, the father and the new neighbor talked a little more. When they said goodbye, all 4 of us went to Nicholas barbershop. On the way, I was thinking about how I would tell Mr. Nicholas that I only needed a little haircut. Not more than a centimeter.
After arriving at the barbershop, we greeted each other and sat down on the waiting chairs. In the barber shop, 4 older guys were waiting for haircuts, and the barber was cutting another wrapped in his chair. The barber was an old man about 60 years old in a white coat. After 45 minutes, the barber said: Which child is going to get a haircut. Lim stood up from the waiting chair. When the barber wrapped him in a long white cape, he asked their father how to cut this child's hair? Mr. Castillo stood up and told the barber that they were new in town and had been recommended this barber shop. He said he wanted a short haircut for the boys so he wouldn't have to be embarrassed for them on their first day at their new school. He wants them to look like boys. The barber turned on the electric scissors and Liam's hair fell to the ground. As the barber finished cutting Liam, his older brother told me that it was a really short haircut. Mr. Castillo will be delighted with the work of barber Nicholas. He praised his masterful work. I was looking forward to how the boys would be laughed at by their new classmates on Monday.
When Sebastian left the barber's chair after his haircut, the boy shook the barber's hand and thanked him for his good haircut. Then the barber asked: Are we going to cut this girl's hair too? Mr. Castillo told me to go replace Sebastian. Then he said: that's the neighbor's son Dario. The barber wrapped me in a long white cape. He asked: and how do I cut this child's hair? I meant to say just a little hairdo. But the barber put his palm on my neck and said, shut up, I didn't ask you anything. To this Mr. Castillo said: His father agreed to cut his hair the same way my boys are cut. My throat went dry when I heard that. The barber suddenly pushed my head forward and my chin got buried in the raincoat. He placed heavy electric clippers on my neck and began mercilessly cutting my hair from my neck to the nape of my neck. The first about 17 centimeters of hair began to fall on the sheet.
When the barber tilted my head to the right side until my ear was touching the cape, he continued to cut the hair on the left side. He did the same on the right side of the head. When I saw myself for a short time in the mirror, I could not believe my eyes. Instead of my sideburns, I only had 3mm stubble. Then he started cutting at the top of the head. When he finished the first cut, I was left with very short hair. He continued to style the hair on top of his head. The longest hair was above the forehead, it was about 13 millimeters. The hair on the back of the head was no longer than 6 millimeters. The barber cut my bangs. Finally, he applied white foam to both sides of my head and the nape of my neck. After carefully scraping it off, he wiped the remaining foam on a towel. He applied disinfectant water to the shaved part of the head, which stung a lot. He applied some talcum powder to his hair. Hair was shiny afterwards. When the barber released me from under the cape and I jumped off the barber's chair, I shook Mr. Nicholas's hand and thanked him for the haircut. After paying, I started rubbing the back of my head. It was horrible I couldn't find any hair. I looked at Liam and Sebastian. Both had their entire flanks and the back of their heads clean-shaven. There was not a single hair left.
Before leaving the barbershop, the neighbor Castilo asked the barber. When should the boys come for their next haircut. The barber replied that once every 3-4 weeks, but some parents come with their children even after 6. Some parents even bring their children after 8-10 weeks, but he would not recommend letting their hair grow that much.
I really regret that I designed this barbershop for boys. My new short haircut is a big punishment.
My parents were surprised by my haircut, but they were not angry with my neighbor Castilo.
It was very bad at school and around. I have never experienced so much ridicule as now. My cousins didn't like my short hair either, but their parents had the opposite opinion.

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