Yesterday was beauty shop day. Mom remembered and she was waiting for me when I arrived at The Community*
After she was all done with her hair, mom looked
in the mirror at the beauty shop and said, “I’m getting old looking.”
Joanne*said, “Old, what you talking about Gilda.”
“Mom, you look gorgeous.”
“Huh, did you hear what my daughter said?”
“Yes, I did.”
“It’s nice to have a daughter who thinks your
beautiful?”
“It sure is, Gilda.”
“Joanne*, I know what my daughter is up to!”
“What’s that, Gilda?”
“She is trying to make me feel better.”
“Oh-no, Gilda, you are on to her.”
“She thinks I don’t know what she is doing!”
“You are right, mom. I do want you to feel good, but I do think
you are beautiful.”
“Ok, Julienne, let’s go.”
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