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I was having Cheerios and milk with my mother at the little table beside the window, in her retirement building in Chicago. Her sixth-floor apartment overlooked Lake Michigan, and one of my mother’s greatest pleasures was to sit in her favorite chair and watch the passing of ore boats and clouds.
This was the first morning of my visit, and my mother turned her attention from her lake to her daughter, saying, “Your hair is so wild! Can’t you do something to get it out of your face?”
“Why don’t you ever tell me when you like my hair?” I asked.
She tried to redeem herself that evening, lavishing compliments upon me when I put barrettes in my hair before we went downstairs to dinner. But again the next morning she looked at me over her bowl of cereal with her head cocked, and I felt it coming.
I feel much better since I gave up hope.
"If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be peace." – John Lennon
