Earlier this day my brother forwarded me a WhatsApp video which showed how today's kids got stylish haircuts. This took me back to my childhood when I was mostly balded or had lesser hair than boys. All thanks to my mom who made sure my hair never grew above an inch. Being a girl and almost having a bald head was devastating                   The story went like this. I had asthma when I was a baby and dr told my mom to keep a check on my hair growth. I had thick hair  and since long hair sweats faster it could lead to breathing difficulties. This was the reason why I looked like an alien throughout my childhood. My brother had longer hair than myself. I remember covering my head with a black shawl and pretending to have long hair infront of the mirror. It's such an irony since I hated long hair when I grew up. I clearly remember one haircut incident like it happened yesterday.                       It was summer vacation and we were usually outside playing . One evening my mom told both of us that tomorrow morning she was going to cut our hair herself.  I was immediately gripped by fear by the though of my 2 inch hair again getting shorter. My brother was also not very enthusiastic about his haircut too. We both discussed and agreed that we wouldnt allow her to do the haircut tomorrow. I slept peacefully that day unaware what was in store for me the next day. Next day morning we went early to play.When it was about afternoon, she called us to come back home . We both made sure not to answer and carried on playing. She called us many times and every single time we didnt bothered to reply. After few hours she stopped calling. I was overwhelmed with joy thinking that she has given up. It was late afternoon when we returned home. Both were equally tired of playing for long hours. We were shocked to find a very angry mom standing at the front door. Her face almost looked like a tomato because of the anger. On one hand there was a scissor and on other hand there was a long stick. We both were smarter enough to realise that we were in huge trouble. Without wasting a single min we both started to run.                               My mother bursted at that moment and started running behind us. We were both so tired still we ran for our lives. We ran around the house without stopping.  Mom was close behind us throwing chappals or anything that got near her hand. I dont remember  how many times I ran around the house. Whenever looked back and saw my mother I couldn't stop my legs . Soon I got tooo tired and yelled at my bro who was ahead of me that am succumbing myself to her wrath. The moment her stick fell on me I knew how angry she was. It felt like a fire stick. I howled because of the pain. I was overcomed with grief because of both the pain and thinking my bro escaped.Within seconds she ran behind my brother who soon knew he havent gotten away. He took a turn and ran towards the gate aiming for the road. I was shocked beyond belief watching my mom following him to the road. I stopped holding my thigh for a few seconds before going after the road to watch the drama. My brother was clutched to my moms hand was getting beaten infront of my neighbor who didn't have any idea what was happening. I remember waking up next day with a bluish black bruise over my thigh and my head covered in a black shawl.