And so I am clean, dry and with no strands of hair sticking out of my face. Which makes me happy.

The simplest thing of sitting there to get the hair dry, and dry all over again when I used the wet comb to wet the hair accidentially. The sit on the bench, in the school-uniform like dress.

Sometimes when you are so stressed up in your own (literally) corner, you feel as if you are being isolated or ignored or very alone. But everything will be fine and I should enjoy my process.