“Mom,” I say. “Could I cut my hair short? Like Sharon Cuneta’s shoulder length hair. Or maybe Maricel Soriano’s bob. Then I could make a quiff out of it, Mom. Quiff’s a hairstyle where the hair at the front is brushed backward and forward. And I want to try Papa’s hair gel. Please, Mom.
Or, why don’t I get a mohawk? It looks real cool. Pretty cooler than a bob. Please Mom? Do you know how mohawks are done? The head is shaved off on the sides then my remaining hair would stick out in the center. See that image, Mom? Isn’t it cool? Please? Then maybe I could dye my hair orange, or red, or pink. Yes. Pink. Like the artist Pink. I like Pink. Mom?
Or, what about an army cut? I would like that, Mom. Like Demi Moore. Remember? We watched that movie together. She looked so hip. I want that, Mom. Please?”
“Dear,” she says. “Don’t you know that your bangs emphasize your deep set brown eyes? You’re prettier with your hair long. And, surely, suitors will be coming one of these days when you keep it that way.
Now, comb your hair. I just bought you a head band.
Like Nora Aunor’s.”