I was having my hair cut in a hair salon the other day, and noticed that besides me was a girl who was barely 16. She was accompanied by two women, one probably an aunt , the other probably her mother. It looked like she had her face all made up, her hair in a kind of braid that looked like it took the last of 2 hours, and her nails, and toenails were all nicely painted. I took a look at her intently, but all she seemed to care about was how ( as did her mom probably) the hair stylist was doing her hair.

She looked good, except that she did not smile, and probably her disposition was not somebody sunny that you want to stay in a room with for more than a few minutes, nor did it looked like she could strike an intelligent conversation, except on how she looked. I pity the girl, and what she had been misled to believe about succeeding in life.

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