basically i'm born in poor family. . .when i was in 4th std my hair was little long. as usual one day i went to class our class teacher called observed my long hair while she taking attendance i'm not aware about my hairs she finished her work and called my name i did not get why she had called me blindly i stood in front of her she too stood and screamed as she pulled my hair hardly i screamed i can not bare the pain so, she warned me after a while you must cut down your hair tomorrow while your coming to class she stressed last two words, i wipe my tears and back to my bench. . . . I did not say anything with my mom just i consoled myself. . .whole night my teachers warning revolving around my mind, night got over i woke up soon and planned get ready to school but somewhere i felt scared because i don't have dare oppose her thoughts my mom told me take bath after a while. . . i was crying while i'm taking bath my mom observed me. slowly she came towards me and questioned for the reason of my tears i cannot consoled myself on that moment i said up to date what was happened in yesterdays class even she too cried because she don't have single rupee with her. . .mom i cannot got to school today; i said to her she placed her palm her hand as she cried and she only cut down my hairs through rusted scissor. . .she is not an a barber to gives nice shape to my hairs she just cut down blindly. . afte that i went to school all my friend looking at me and laugh loudly then i noticed she di not cut well. . . . . however my mom is great . . .i love her