Erik at Richard's barber shop. by Chovanec

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Erik at Richard's barber shop.
My name is Erik. When I was 13, like most boys, I had long hair, which was fashionable at the time. The longer the hair, the more modern the hairstyle. I've been going to a modern unisex barbershop for a little haircut for 4 years now. My thick brown hair covers both my ears and my shirt collar. I can put the end of my bangs in my mouth.
For several days, my parents send me to get a haircut. On Friday evening, when my hair was not cut, my mother got very angry. I ran to my unisex barber shop but the door was already locked. I returned home and promised to get a haircut on the way home from school on Monday.
On Saturday morning, mother said: in the afternoon we are going to grandpa's house for a party, where grandpa's whole family will be there. She told her father that Erik couldn't go with such long hair. Grandpa doesn't like long hair on boys. Father looked at me and said: At 9:00 you will go with me to Richard's barber shop. I promised that I would find another unisex modern barber shop in town and get a haircut today. But my father did not agree with my proposal and said that I had enough time to get a haircut. Since I didn't get a haircut, I will go with him to Richard's barber shop today.
Richardo is his father's barber. Although the father is only 38 years old, he walks around with very short hair like old men. I used to go to Richard's barbershop with my father for short haircuts.
At 9:10 I stood with my father in front of Richard's barber shop. My father pushed me into the barber shop. An old barber, about 60 years old, was cutting an old man's hair. Several old men and a 7-year-old boy with his mother were sitting on the waiting chairs. The boy had about 1.5 inches of hair on the top of his head and his hair on his sides did not even touch the tips of his ears.
Father joined in the conversation with the old men and the barber. When the barber went to cut the boy's hair, he brought a high wooden chair for little boys. The mother helped her son sit on the chair. When the barber wrapped the boy in a sheet, he asked his mother how to cut him. Marka replied: The temperatures are already high enough, give him a short summer haircut. The barber began to cut the boy's hair. When Richard finished cutting, I felt very sorry for the boy, because I knew that on Monday at school his classmates would make fun of him.
The barber cut two more old men's hair, and when another said: father ordered me to sit in the barber's red leather chair. While the old man prepared the money to pay, the barber wrapped me in a sheet and pumped up the chair so that I was high enough. When he asked his father: what are we going to do with this child, the father replied: Richard, give him a summer haircut. I cried out: Please no. But my father was already standing next to me and said. You say another word and you leave the barbershop with a shaved head. The barber turned his chair and instead of looking at the mirror I was looking at the people on the waiting chairs.
I didn't see the barber cutting my hair but I saw my long brown hair falling on the white sheet in my lap. I could feel the metal blades of the clipper as the barber cuts the hair at the nape and sides of the head. The barber changed the clipper. He dripped oil onto the gears and began cutting the hair on top of his head. After finishing, the barber started to brush my cut hair from the sheet around my neck. I thought my scalping was over. But the barber told my father that he would clean the back of my head and the sides with a fine 000000 attachment. It was pleasant but I was very angry because I assumed that I too would have a very short haircut like the little boy got. When he was done with the pointed scissors he cut my bangs high above my eyebrows. Richardo applied soap to the brush and ran the brush along the edges of the shaved hair. The shave of the razor on the skin he prepared for shaving. He marked my hips, made big arcs behind my ears and shaved the back of my neck. He removed the excess soap with a small towel.
When I was freed from the sheet and the barber turned me towards the mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes. I only had 3/8 inch long hair on top of my head. I saw almost the entire forehead without hair. I had 2 inch white hairless arches around my ears. As I later found out the nape of the neck was hairless about 5 inches above the shirt collar. I realized that I have never had hair this short before.
While the barber cut my father's hair, I sat nervously on the waiting chair. I had the feeling that everyone was smiling at my short hair. I rubbed the back of my head and the sides of my head.
I was surprised when my mother supported my father's decision for my short summer hairstyle. My cousins at the celebration at grandfather's had a different opinion. Monday was also a horror for me at school. No one understood my new very short haircut.

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On Saturday, 3 weeks later, at breakfast, father said he was going to get a haircut at Richard's barbershop, mother said take Erik with you. I started to defend myself that my hair is still very short and my hairstyle is not modern for a boy my age. Crying didn't help either. About half an hour later, I was already sitting with my father on the waiting chairs in Richard's barber shop. By the time I sat down in the barber's chair, my longest hair was on the top of my head and was only 3/4 inch. I was nervous and I was waiting for my father's order to Mr. Richardo about my hairstyle.
When the barber asked the father: what are we going to do with this child, the father replied: Richard, give him a short summer haircut. I already had tears in the corners of my eyes.

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