When I was in kindergarten, my mom used to comb my hair every morning after breakfast. It was a ritual. I sat on my chair, she stood behind me with rubber bands around her wrist. I still remember how she grabbed my hair gently and how sometimes I turned around saying it hurts. It was a moment of trust and intimacy. This simple gesture of hair-combing was then to me a proof of love. Those moments of care and tenderness created a strong bond between a mother and a daughter. Not long ago I discovered a photo of my mom when she was little. She had two beautiful braids. “Your grandma braided my hair.” She told me, smiling like a child. #haircombing #momcombsmyhair #generationlove #motheranddaughter #sliceoflife #tinyeyescomics https://www.instagram.com/p/B9mJ9qNKjXn/?igshid=170pnrl210evg
