the father.

when i was little, he used to cut my hair all the time. so, today i decided i want him to cut my hair, he was reluctant, but i insisted of course. he agreed.

the result - it was actually better than what i anticipated but i'm not gonna keep it for long. the bangs, too short and the back looks a little weird. but we had fun - we feed off each other's laughter. 

"you know i used to cut your hair all the time, when you were smaller, ..." he said. 

"i know, that is why i want you to cut my hair today," i gleamed. "...plus, i take whatever that is...free, because i'm broke." 

as he continued, we talked, we laughed. he pushed my head, hard, more than once because he claimed i moved too much. the moment made me the little me, and it felt really nice.

he was really determined, at one point. i could see his awkward hands moved everywhere, and his sweaty face was dead serious. the wind was strong, and i knew it made the task harder but he was so into it he didn't seem to care. my father has always been the coolest guy i've known and what he did today, how he gave in so much efforts, made him even more cooler. it even made his awkward hands looked cool. 

it took him almost two hours when he finally stopped, "i think it's done..." he chuckled. "i used to be okay at this, but, i don't think i can do it anymore."

he patted my shoulder, and laughed. he laughed hard.