A Shaved Head

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When Mark and I were much younger than we are now (no wisecracks about the age, folks) he ended up going into the army. Before he left, he had a head full of hair, thick and luxuriant dark (very dark) brown hair!

While my husband was in basic training, I missed him tremendously. How could I not? After all, he had been gone a few days and who knew how much longer he would be there? I did, but then again I wasn’t counting because it seemed like he would be gone forever. I even wrote love letters and stuck in all his pockets and suitcase.

When he was able to call, he did. Mostly, I just sat there. I wondered when I would hear from him and regularly ran to the restroom (due to morning sickness that lasted all day).

Finally, he called me. It was time to pick him up. I was so excited about getting to see him again.

I asked a friend of mine to go with me to the airport since I didn’t feel well. She happily complied, and we went in her car.

I buckled my eighteen-month-old son into the car seat then sat in the front with her. We parked in the car park, retrieved my son from the car seat, and walked toward the airport. I was sure he was still inside waiting on us.

As we walked by, a man spoke to me, “Hi!”