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  • I was 7 years old when I decided that I wanted to have long hair. I wasn't happy with the short, cropped look. I asked mom if I could grow my hair. She told me that I could but I would have to take care of it myself. I was so happy. Soon I realized taking care of 'it' was a tough job! To comb it and tie it up for school was a pain. In a few months I had long hair but was considering going back on my own idea. This was getting to be so difficult and mom was mom - she just didn't help me with my hair!

    One day I had enough and I told her that she was a cruel mom. All other mothers help their daughters with their hair braiding , oiling, washing ,etc. You don't do anything! Why??

    She smiled and told me - wasn't this your idea? Didn't I tell you that if you want long hair , it would be your responsibility to take care of it? Now that you are faced with challenges you want someone to blame?

    I think that was the moment when I realized the weight of the word responsibility.

    My hair is about 2 feet long. I never cut it short. I don't think I ever will.
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