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Birthday Party – Part 2. by strictsir

This story follows on from the first part, titled: Birthday Party. I recommend reading the first part first.
My name is Dario. The story took place when I was 14 years old. At that time, boys wanted to have as long hair as possible and I was no exception. My hair was long and I went to a modern Unisex barbershop to get it done only 4-5 times a year.
One Saturday we went to Uncle Castillo’s birthday party. Before the party started, Uncle Castillo’s boys and I had to go to Nicholas’s barbershop. It was an old-fashioned barbershop. Like Uncle Castillo’s children, I got the same very short haircuts. I didn’t want to get a haircut, but Uncle Castillo immediately overruled my objection and said that I would do whatever the adults told me.
On Sunday, after returning home from the party, my father called me. He was very angry about my rude behavior towards Uncle Castillo. He said: Dario, did you see or hear Sebastian, Liam or Russell say anything when Uncle Castillo ordered you to get a haircut? They didn't say anything, they just did what they were told. Of course, you had to resist. I was ashamed of you in front of Uncle Castillo and he said that he wouldn't tolerate such behavior from his children. Dad promised that everything would change and that he would teach me proper behavior. To calm the situation, I did what I always did when Dad was angry with me. I told him: Dad, I'm sorry for what I did, I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again. I had a feeling that everything would be forgotten quickly and everything would be fine again.
On Monday there wasn't a boy at school who didn't laugh at my unconventional new haircut. After returning from school I complained to my father how all my classmates made fun of me because I was not modern and had very short hair. To this my father said: it is interesting that the children do not laugh at Sebastian, Liam or Russell at school. To this I replied that Sebastian confessed to me how in their neighborhood the children are used to their regular short haircuts but only occasionally one of them says something mocking. But even those who go to old-fashioned barbershops, where there is one or two barbers, laughed at me.
My father tried to be stricter, compared to what was in the past, but it was nothing drastic. My hair gradually grew and was already about 1/2 inch longer than when I left Mr. Nicholas's barbershop.
One afternoon my father came home from work very cheerful. I had not seen him so cheerful for a long time. He said: Dario, I got a recommendation for your new barber. I looked at him in confusion? Why new, I asked. You know, Dario, answered my father, I don't want you to have as long hair as you used to. You're already big and need a regular haircut. That's why we're going to Stanley's barbershop now.
Dad, please don't go to Stanley's barbershop, the boys said that he doesn't like boys' hair. He prefers it when their hair is on the ground and he demands a lot of respect for him. Neither begging nor promises helped. I even tried crying. But my father insisted that I get dressed and wait for him in front of the house. In 10 minutes, I walked with him, head bowed, to Stanley's barbershop.
This barbershop was also old and the cigarette smoke mixed with the smells of barbershop products. The barber was about 60 years old. There were several old men waiting in the barbershop and a boy about 12 years old. He had about 3 inches of hair on the top of his head and less than 2 inches long on the back of his head and sides.
When the barber called the boy to sit in his chair, he combed his hair and began to cut it. He probably knew him because he didn't ask him how he wanted it cut. The boys who knew Stanley's barbershop were right because most of the boy's hair ended up on the floor. Before the barber released the boy from his chair, the barber took out a hand mirror and showed the boy the back and sides of his head. When the boy jumped down from the barber's chair, he shook the barber's hand, bowed slightly and said: Thank you, Mr. Stanley, for a great job.
Before I was called to the barber's chair, the barber had cut two more old men's hair.
My father took me to the barber. I still didn't know what kind of haircut I would get today. When the barber wrapped me in a sheet, he asked my father: "Shall we give the boy a traditional children's haircut or a military haircut?" My father replied that it was a traditional children's haircut. The barber then tilted my head forward sharply, placed the electric hair clippers on my hair and cut the hair at the back of my head, continued to the front and later on the left side of my head. The barber continued to the crown of my head. He inserted a comb into my hair, lifted it slightly and ran the electric scissors over the surface of the comb. Finally, he combed my hair forward and straightened the already very short bangs. The entire forehead was visible. The barber changed the blades on the electric hair clippers, tilted my head forward again and cut the already small stubble from the neck up to part of the back of my head. First, he started cutting the right side of my head. He started at the temple, then bent the ear and made a curve above the ear and moved to the shaved nape. He did the same on the left side of my head. The barber made a gradual transition from the stubble to the crown of my head.
When the barber applied white foam to the sides and back of my head. I was afraid that today I would be shaved even more than at Nicholas Barber Shop. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, I gripped the handles of the barber's chair tightly. I sat on pins and needles. The barber began to scrape off the foam. From the right side, across the nape of my neck to the left side of my head. He wiped the remaining foam with a towel, applied cologne to the sides of my head for disinfection, which stung unpleasantly on the shaved parts of my head. He applied a greasy cream to the crown of my head and combed about 3/2 inch of short hair.
When the barber stood behind me with a hand mirror, I saw that 3/4 of the back of the head was clean-shaven and the sides were shaved about half way and the other half had a gradually increasing stubble to the short hair on the top of the head.
At that moment, the father was standing next to the barber with the question: Mr. Stanley, will you become my son Dario's barber at regular intervals of about 3 weeks? The barber smiled with his whole palm, patted the shaved part of my neck and the back of the head and said: From today on, I will cut your hair, boy. I jumped down from his chair and, just as the boy who had his hair cut did a moment ago, I also shook his hand, bowed slightly and said: Thank you, Mr. Stanley, for a great job.
The father also asked the barber what a Military Cut is? The barber pointed to 2 large photos in a frame and said. In this one, the boy has been cut with extension 1 and his hair on the top of his head is about 1/8 inch. The rest of the head is clean-shaven. In the second picture, the boy's entire head is clean-shaven. The barber noted that even younger boys come to him for a haircut on their own. Even if they say they want longer hair, they will only get a traditional children's haircut like I just cut your son. Or if they are to be cut like a soldier, they usually come with their parents.
On the way home, my father asked me if I would like a military haircut. I don't even know how I managed to say a very loud NO.
So I became a regular customer at Stanley Barbershop. When my father gave me money and said go get a haircut at Stanley Barbershop, I knew what to expect. The barber didn't ask anything but just cut me like a little boy.
Sebastian was right, when I went for a long time with short hair, the ridicule from my classmates and the slow ones disappeared.
At the end of the school year, my father wasn't entirely satisfied with my report card. He said: We're going to Stanley Barbershop. I don't need you to come with me, I'll go alone. But my father insisted. As I sat down in the barber's chair, my father pointed to one of the photos. Mr. Stanley, please cut my son like this today. He deserves this haircut. The barber laughed mischievously. He then placed the electric clippers on my forehead and there was only a small 1/8 inch stubble left on my entire head. He wet the sides and the back of my head, applied white foam. After scraping it off, the barber wiped off the rest of the foam. When he stood behind me with the mirror, I could see only smooth white skin. There was a 1/8 inch stubble left on the top of my head, but after the sun hit my blond hair, it blended with the rest of the white skin.
On the way home, I combed the shaved parts of my head, I couldn't find a single forgotten hair. It was all completely smooth.
About 3 days later, when Uncle Castillo saw me, he told his sons that for the summer they too would get a military haircut like mine.

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