But apparently, it was not to her satisfaction, because no sooner had I put it up, I saw her take it down and go up to another teacher and ask them to "Please, DO it RIGHT!"
And so came to me a memory...
I adore being a sister and better yet the eldest...hehehehe ;) (oh the things we can torment the younger ones with!) Not really. Anyways, when my youngest sister was in elementary she would ask me to fix her hair. And, of course, I obliged. It was like playing beauty shop...but even better! Sometimes, I would give her a braid, maybe some pigtails, and for special occasions - ringlets. I thought I made her stunning!
But then one day I passed her in the hall at school. Well, actually I passed her class and glanced among the children for the girl with the best hair-do. I couldn't find her. Instead I spotted a pony-tail. And not even a good one.
I was devastated to learn upon asking Lauren, that most days when she got to school she would just throw her hair up in a pony. Why, oh why would she do that? And so I refused to fix her hair anymore. Except for on occasion when she would plead with her large hazel eyes and pouty mouth...
Now our roles are reversed.
You see, I find myself at loss and unable to fix hair, and so I go to my baby sister (who is not a baby anymore) and ask her to "Please fix my hair?"
No longer is she asking me for braids, but it is I asking her. I miss those days of practicing my lack of hair skills on my little sister, but, I am enjoying these days far more! :)