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I was in the barber chair when my dad stepped outside to take a call. I smiled ear to ear the second that door closed behind him because my dad had picked my haircut every month since I was six and the girls at school had never seen me any other way. I looked at my barber through the mirror. My dad didn't really specify so I want a low taper fade with a French crop. He snapped the cape out and grabbed his clippers. Say less little man, I'm about to hook you up. He was going crazy with it, lining me up, checking both sides, holding the mirror behind my head like I was somebody. Every pass of the clippers left less of the old me in that chair and more of somebody the whole seventh grade needed to meet. Then I caught my dad through the window across the street, still pacing with the phone on his ear and my stomach dropped a little. But I looked at myself through the mirror because there was no way anybody could see this and hate it. The barber pulled the cape off and I was magging, no other word for it. That's when the bell over the door went off and my dad walked in, saw my head and stopped. That's not the haircut we get him. What happened? The barber shrugged. Lil man wanted something different so I hooked him up. My dad walked a full circle around that chair. Oh you want to look like a rock star and a street person? No sir, you're going to look like a professional lawyer. Number one, all around. The barber caught my eye in the mirror. Sorry Lil man, I gotta follow the rules. I watched every bit of it hit the floor and sat there with a tear going down my face because I just lost all my girls.