The Best Feeling
Maria gave the young woman a mirror. To complement the girl’s golden bronze color, she cut the hair above the girl’s shoulders, curled the ends, and added faint hints of sandy brown. The girl combed through the soft curls in her hair with her hand. Her eyes began to tear up, and her lips curled just a little. I’ll actually smile for my school’s pictures, she said as she turned to face Maria. You restored my sense of self.