The afternoon sun streamed through the open window, filling the room with a golden glow. Monkey Lyly sat patiently—well, mostly patiently—on a small stool while her mother snipped away with careful hands. A few strands of her old, messy hair fell to the floor, replaced by a neat and stylish cut that framed her little face perfectly.
At first, Lyly wriggled in her seat, curious about the sound of the scissors. “Almost done, sweetheart,” her mother assured her, brushing away the loose hair from her shoulders. The moment the final snip came, Mom spun the stool toward the mirror.
Lyly’s eyes widened. “Wow… so pretty!” she gasped, leaning closer to study her reflection. She tilted her head one way, then the other, admiring the way the light caught her fresh haircut. Her tiny hands went up to touch the soft ends, and she couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.
Mom laughed, watching her daughter pose like a little model. “You look beautiful, Lyly,” she said warmly. But Lyly was already lost in her own world, trying out different expressions in the mirror—smiling sweetly, then giving her “serious fashion face,” and even puffing out her cheeks for a silly look.
After a few minutes, she hopped off the stool and twirled in front of the mirror, the fresh layers of hair bouncing with each spin. “I’m going to show Grandma! And Daddy! And… and everyone!” she announced, already imagining the compliments she’d get.
Her mother shook her head with a smile, sweeping up the hair from the floor. “Just don’t forget who made you look this pretty,” she teased.
Lyly giggled, wrapping her little arms around Mom in a quick hug before dashing off to parade her new look around the house. As her tiny footsteps echoed down the hall, Mom smiled to herself—haircuts, after all, were more than just about looks. They were about joy, confidence, and sweet little moments like this.
