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Her hair was tangled. I tried to brush through it, but I knew from the odor that it needed to be washed to make any progress. “Caroline, how would you like to pretend we’re at a beauty parlor? I will be the beautician and you can be my customer? Okay?”
Her freckled eight-year-old face looked at me and smiled. “That sounds like fun. I like to pretend.”
“Me, too! Let’s go into the washroom. I’ll set up a chair for you to sit on and we’ll hang your hair into the sink…just like the professionals.”
She giggled as we went into the mission washroom. I grabbed a chair from the hall and set it by the sink. She wrapped a towel around her neck that I gave her and sat down. There were sample size shampoos and conditioners in a basket. I chose a raspberry scent. As I lathered her head, the water in the sink turned brown. I smiled at my “customer,” who was enjoying the special treatment. After rinsing, I saw that her hair was a beautiful auburn color with natural highlights. Using the towel to get most of the moisture out, I combed her hair and was surprised to find waves and curls naturally spring up throughout her hair.
Taking the blow dryer and setting it on low, I lightly dried the tresses that gleamed in the room’s light. Her hair felt so soft as I scrunched it in my hand while drying to encourage more waves.
She sighed as I played with her hair. “I think I know how Jesus felt when the woman poured perfume over His head. His hair must have felt so soft and smelled pretty, too. It’s so nice.”
Surprised and touched by her comparison, I said, “Caroline, you are one beautiful young lady.”
“Thank you, Ma’am!” she laughed. “How much do I owe you?”
Hugging her, I thought to myself, Little One, you have already given me so much during our time together.
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