My youngest daughter likes to cut hair. She use to scalp her sisters stuffed animals, but that ended in weeping, whaling and gnashing of teeth. It really was very traumatic. Her first “real” self inflicted haircut resulted in her long golden curls hidden under her bed, behind the couch, behind our old wood stove. Little locks of love for a whole drill team of Barbies. It happened over a period of time. Her hair was so curly it was hard to tell if she had cut her hair. The result was a really bad mullit. The second cutting episode (as far as we know) was less dramatic with a chunk of hair missing from her bangs. That is the way she looks today.
Give the Gift of Life
- May 26, 2008 was the first day of the rest of my life! After a long wait I received a liver transplant. I will always be grateful to my donor and their family for such a priceless gift. -Scott E Franson
- Give the Gift of Life | www.donatelife.net
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