"All done" Her mother says, holding a mirror to her daughter's hazel eyes.
"How does that look?". Her mother says in an encouraging tone through her worry filld expressions.
"Well it's not too bad". Kiara says, blowing out the strand of frizz in her eyes.
"I had to keep a little frizz Kiara, come on it's pretty much your trademark". Her mother says with a wink. Satisfaction fills her with seeing her work. Short orange hair, with a few frizzes here and there fill the wave of curls of her head.
"Not anymore". She says itching at the freshly cut curls.
"Even if you change you'll still be the same frizzy haired ball of energy". Her mother says blowing off the orange strands clinging to the back of her neck.
"Thanks mom" A melancholic smile looms on her face.
"Are you ready Kiara"? Her father says seeing the haircut finished.
"Ready as I'll ever be". A deep grief filled exhale escapes her.
"Follow me then". Her fathers hand waves encouraging her along.
