It's Our Mother

past her hair, causing her body to tremble even with her heart.

Fortunately, it was done quickly. He wrapped her head in a dry towel and helped her up. Then he wiped her head with a dry towel.

When she came to the mirror, she looked at herself in the mirror. She had short stubbles on her head, which looked like a bald man. With her white oval face, she looked like a little boy.

She smiled sheepishly, raised her hand and rubbed her head, feeling a relief she had never felt in days.

It was obvious that he had just shaved off a long head of hair, but now she felt as if she had lost a big burden, and his whole body felt much more relaxed and at ease.

He took out the wig and gently helped her put it on. Soon, in the mirror, she was a charming woman with a bobbing head and slightly curled hair.

"Your wife's hair will look good when she grows it."

The barber complimented as he watched as he warmed up with his wig on.