Kaya POV.
Flashback.
My mother and I stood in the bathroom together. I looked up at my mother. Her eyes were puffy from all the crime that she'd been doing. Her cheeks almost looked permanently tear stained. With a sigh, my mother began to cut her hair. “Mommy, why are you cutting our hair? I thought you said our hair contained our soul and that's why it was precious? And that's why we don't cut it.” I asked looking at my mother in confusion.
My mother turned to me and looked at me with such sadness in her eyes. “It's part of the grieving process, Kaya. We cut our hair as a symbol of letting a loved one go. Now come here, child.” My mother grabbed me by the shoulders and put me in front of her as she brushed out my long black hair. She began to cut my long black hair. When she was finis
