Flashback four-year-old Kaya P.O.V
My mother and I stand in the bathroom together, I look up at my mother her eyes are puffy from all the crying she's been doing her cheeks look almost permanently tear stained. With a sigh my mother begins cutting her hair.
" Mommy why are you cutting our hair? I thought you said our hair contain our soul and that's why it was precious and we should be careful who touches it and that's why we don't cut it." I say we're looking at my mother with confusion.
My mother turns to me and looks at me with such sadness in her eyes. "It's part of the grieving process Kaya we cut our hair as symbolize letting a loved one go. Now come here child."
my mother grabbed me by my shoulders and puts me in front of her she brushes out my long black hair. she begins to c
