Iris’ POV
Once I finally pulled myself together and stopped crying, I got up to shower and change my clothes.
“Um… I don’t really know what I’m doing. Do you think you could teach me? I say before walking to the bathroom.
“What do you mean?” Deidre asks with a puzzled look on her face.
“I mean… Well… No one ever taught me how to properly wash my hair, shave, or take care of myself.” I say looking down in embarrassment.
“Oh honey. Come on. I got you.” she says before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bathroom.
Deidre had me lean over the side of the bath tub so she could really scrub my scalp and get my hair clean. Since I had never really been taught how to properly wash my hair she told me everything she did out loud and I tried desperately to remember everything she did.
