Talking About My Mom & The Hairbrush

Neurodivergent Rebel

The mornings are a time of quiet contemplation for me. As I get ready for my day, I am setting the tone for things to come.

Many of my best memories and thoughts come to me in the morning. Today my thoughts were of my mother chasing me around the house with a hair brush. The memory made me smile.

When I was little I couldn’t stand having my hair brushed.

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