January 24

Today I cut my mother’s hair. Seems like a simple enough thing, but it’s not. My mother suffers with dementia.¬†She sits in a high-back wheelchair, and doesn’t always understand my requests to tilt her head one way or the other. Still, I count myself blessed to be able to do this small thing for her.

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