Today's the day. I'm off to Jackson (Mississippi) to visit my mom at the nursing home. I'm a little nervous, because she asked me to cut her hair. She won't let the good people at the nursing home cut it, and it's almost down to her waist. Mom is 83 and has Alzheimer's, so I'm praying she'll remember that she wants me to cut it. 
I went to Sally's Beauty Supply Store and got scissors, a comb, and a cape. Here goes!
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I'm looking forward to your reflections after cutting your mom's hair. What will she talk about? What do you think about as you snip off her locks?
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