Picture day was my worst nightmare in second grade. It was a nice Tuesday morning and the birds in the house were chirping. When I had woke up that morning I was super excited to get ready for picture day but my mom wasn’t. After I had got out of the shower I was ready for my mom to do my hair, which she hates. When I started to walk into the living room with my hair brush in one hand and my strawberry scented curls intact cream in another with a smile on my face because I couldn’t wait to slay the second grade picture day. Little did I know that my worst nightmare had become reality. I had long luscious curls that hanged right below my waist line waiting to be brushed by who I thought I could trust. My mom looked at me with anger in her face. She yelled out in her angry Spanish accent “Cuando puto vas a aprende a peina tu puto pelo?!” I looked at her with fears in my eyes as my mind wondered what her next move would be. As she then screams out for my older sister Jazmin to come to the living room. Oh but let me tell you about Jazmin and I’s sister bonding was more like who could do it better type of relationship with each other. So as Jazmin did her sassy preteen walk into the living room as she owns the place. Jazmin says, “What mom?” My mom replied, “you think it would be a good idea to chop all your sisters hair off like a boy since she never likes to comb it?” That’s when my face went blank and I felt sweat drip the size of a earring stud down my forehead. Jazmin had this devious smirk on her face and replied, “sure why not.” There are two things you never do when your mother is angry;tell her shes angry and feed in to her outrageous decisions. Sadly my sister decided do one of them. So that’s when my mom got the kitchen scissors and put my hair in a ponytail above my ears and chopped it right off.
This was the sad result of what my sister encouraged my mom to do.
I went to school that day and no one recognized me. Everyone thought I was new kid at school. My own best friend at the time didn’t even recognize me. I felt like crying. But it got worse, my class was up to take our photos and I was next in line to take my photo. That’s when the camera lady turns to me and says ” Say cheese.” I just wanted to cry. Reading “The First Day” by Edward P. Jones reminded me of the time that mom embarrassed me at school.
Roxana: Just a reminder that in future posts you should write about the texts you’ve been assigned to read. Concentrate on what the writers have done — the elements of craft they’ve employed, the ideas they’ve explored — in the texts.