STORY TIME
Long time ago I was living in an orphanage in Bolivia. I was around 4 years old and I was a little fire storm. A rebellious kid that didn't like adult figures because "I don't need you. I can take care of myself"...true in my case but I also didn't know better but that's another story.

My hair were long and styled in 2 beautiful long braids. They were strong, tick and super straight. My pride. Part of me and my culture. Very important to me.
One day tho...two adults came to see me at the orphanage. I fast refused to see them. I knew what it meant and I wasn't ready to go. I had someone important to take care and protect there. I couldn't go away and abandon them to that place without protection. They needed me. I was the only protection they had from the cruelties of that place.
The nuns in that place didn't accept a no from me tho. They tightly locked their hands on both my wrists and dragged me out the door. They brought me in another room and slam me on the chair ready for me and then I froze. My expression went from anger to shock when I saw the big scissors in the hand of one of them. I snap out of it and started fighting like my life depended on it. Another roughly blocked me to the chair and I cried hard when my first braid was cut of. They even showed it to me with a smirk and throw it on the floor. I was shaking with anger, hate and sorrow when my second braid was gone. Then I just stayed still until they finished. I was devastated. After that they passed me to another of the sisters that brought me to one of the shower rooms. I don't remember much of those moments but I clearly remember the sensation of the cold water getting in to my nose and throat. I felt like I was I was gonna drown. She push me down in the water for 3 times consecutively and then I only remembered me getting to another place were they doll me up. They put a bow on my head, a stupid doll like dress and black shiny shoes. Then I was ready to see my future parents. I hated it. I was going to make it hell for them until they will go away. I was not responding to them or looking at them and there was so much hatred in my eyes.
My parents didn't deserve that treatment...I know but I was out of a very traumatic event and I hated the world.
My mum won me over tho eheh she gave me a little doggy plushy and told me it was for me and her smile was emanating such a sweet and sincere love aura that I felt my anger go away a bit and I relaxed. I never had a toy of my own. An act of kindness that I will never forget.

CONCLUSIONS
All this story to tell that my hair have a really deep meaning to me. Cutting them is never something I love but now I understood that my strength is not only on visible and tangible things so it's ok to let go sometimes.
I hope you enjoyed the story time eheh
I hope you all will have a great day 😊❤️

Btw did you learn a new skill during lockdown too?

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