The Haircut

For some reason, my mother hated when I got a haircut. I think she would have wanted me to be like Rapunzel and have long blonde curls falling down to the ground. Whenever I told her I was getting a haircut she would say, "Why are you cutting your hair? Leave it alone. It looks beautiful. Let it grow". My father never said a word about my hair. The other day my sister and I were talking and I said that I would miss my mother telling me not to get my haircut. I spent the weekend with my father and when it was time to leave him at my sister's house yesterday, I said that I was going to get a haircut. Out of nowhere my father immediately said, "Why are you cutting your hair? Leave it alone. It looks beautiful. Let it grow". My sister and I looked at each other. It was as if my mother's words were coming out of my father's mouth. It made me feel happy to hear them.