Keep Going, Shaun

I owe it to my five year old self to become who I imagined I would and could be, plus more. I must keep going.♥️

Short story…

I was so proud of my afro! I wanted an afro so badly, but my hair was too long and too fine to stand up. So, I cried and cried until my mom gave in. Y’all, against everything she wanted to do knowing she would be scolded by older adults, she cut my hair. She cut my hair so I could have a fro. It was perfect… until I messed it up. Shaking my head

As every kid does on picture day, I played with my hair before picture time. I don’t know why they don’t take pictures first thing in the mornings. If you look very closely to the right of the picture, buried in my fro is a red flower that my mom had placed in my hair. It was hidden by the time I took my picture. Listen, you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t cute and picture ready. Baby, I was clean! Laughing. That meant looking good back in the 70s. Good memories.

Thanks for reading. I pray that you are or have become everything your five year old self imagined you could and would be. Have a blessed day!

Shaun