never knew my granny's hairdresser till today. i assume her name is karen since it's the name plastered in a big way across the shopfront. like an old friend, my granny shared like never before, in cantonese - her fears of going out because on 3 occasions, she fell. her controlling of her own diet in order to stay healthy despite the hairdresser's comment that she seems to have lost weight. that i'm her granddaughter and so on. i must say my granny's hair looks good and gosh, her complexion is really tops, even at this age. looking at her mirror image,
i was struck by those chinese slit eyes...
i am her granddaughter no doubt. just like how we took a cab there, we took a cab back although the hairdresser was only a 10 mins walk away - by my standard. that umbrella hanging there? her walking stick.
