My hair grew too much, so my dad took me to see Sheila. I like Sheila because she has a green necklace and she's careful with my ears. If I look sad, she says, “Tell me a-a-all about it.” Then I do tell her, and I feel lots better.
Sheila cut my hair pretty short that day. My dad kept saying, “Shorter, Sheila, shorter,” so she just kept cutting it. I wasn't too sure about this haircut, but I didn't say anything.
When we got home, I looked in the mirror and cried. I yelled, “MY HAIR IS TOO LITTLE FOR ME!”
My dad said it looked super. He was sure that if I slept on it, I'd like it in the morning.
I slept on my hair all night.…
