My Parents Sabotaged My Hair in My Sleep to Tone Down My Glow at My Sister’s Wedding—So I Unleashed My Revenge
I stirred awake to a piercing, strange odor—sharp and acrid—and a peculiar emptiness near my throat that sent a chill through me. The reflection in the mirror revealed my fear. My hair—formerly long, rich brown, and meticulously tended—now appeared roughly sheared into uneven clumps. For an instant, I imagined an intrusion, perhaps a theft, occurring ...

















