“The swing isn’t stopping, Halle. The wind is taking me away!”
Halle laughed at how dramatic her mum sounded. She was in white sweat shirt and thick joggers. Her scarf was wrapped around her neck and her head shone.
“Come in, you’ll be fine. Are you sure you don’t want to cover up your head?”
“Why? Because I am a bald old woman?” Her mum yelled back.
“No. The cold.”
“Oh stop that. I love it! I love the rush of the breeze against my head. It feels so surreal. I can’t believe I never considered getting my hair cut.”
“Maybe I should get my own hair cut someday soon.”
“Wait till you are older, love. Your hair is still blooming.”
“Alright then. I’ll take your advise. Probably email you when I take the bold step in some years. Say in 20 years.”
“That’s good. At least, I know something s
