I go to a Chinese school and Chinese schools are usually known for being strict. I think there’s no difference with mine, even though I might still only be in kindergarten.
I was born without much hair to begin with. One of my godmas nicknamed me ‘botak’.
And things didn’t really change even as I was growing up. This was me on my second birthday.
Anyways, this isn’t a post about the progression of my hair. This is about my long hair now and what my teachers have been telling me everyday – “go cut your hair.”
So today one of my teachers finally gathered up the courage to tell daddy that I need to cut my hair. Daddy for some reason would like me to keep my hair long, at least until I’m in big school. So he thought of a brilliant plan. 😉
Since my teacher said my long hair was in my eyes, daddy figured it might be good to introduce me to Gatsby. I do like the feeling of it in my hands.
Problem solved? Daddy thinks so. 😎