The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

The woman in the mirror looked unfamiliar.

One side of my hair had been cut down in uneven strips.

The skin underneath was irritated where the clippers had caught too close.

My hands trembled once.

Only once.

Then I picked up the clippers.

Turned them on.

And removed the rest myself.