My mother grinned while stroking my hair. “You’ve grown up, Em. I wish your father could see you now.” My mother wept again.
I hugged her, and we cried together. My father’s death took away many things from us, but I miss him now.
My mother patted my back, then whispered. “You’ll make your father proud. I hope Marco can’t take his eyes off you.”
I just sniffled as I nodded my head. “Yes, mom.” Then I giggled to imagine Marco had a crush on me.
Then my mother asked me to sit at her dressing table. “Close your eyes. Don’t peek before I say you can open your eyes.”
I giggled again. “Yes, mom.”
My mom put a layer to cover my body. Then she combed and started cutting my hair.
“Mom, don’t cut my hair too short! I love it as it is.”
“Sweety, it’s been too long. I’ll trim it a little
