The morning after

Here I am having my hair cut. It was okay. When I heard that Alya cried when having her hair cut, I imagined that I would be on an operating table with needles poking through my head. But it felt more like a head massage when papa used his hair cutter. The whirring and pulsating feeling on my scalp was soothing actually. What an anti-climax. Feelings? Nothing now, just cool-headed. You know, no hair just bare skin. ..hihihihihi. Mama said it’s going to take a bit of time to get use to my shaven head. Papa said I’ve joined his club, whatever that means.