The hairdresser asked me to remove my glasses before she began cutting my hair; my mom put them in her purse. A blur of motions reflected back from the mirror. I could hear the click of the scissors and feel wet locks descending to the floor. She turned my chair and we talked about what I was learning in third grade. Then I felt the intense blast of the hair-dryer and tugs of the brush. “What do you think?” she asked, aiming my chair back to the mirror. “I like it,” I nodded politely. I couldn’t see myself at all.
María Ordovás-Montañés enjoys writing true-life stories. Two-time Gotham Writers Stories Everywhere Contest winner, Five Minutes published, and award-winning Out There podcast contributor.