Chapter 2
Journal Braxton
“I’m turning twenty- five. I want to do something different with it today,” I said to Rose, who had become my hair stylist. China took me to her for the first time when she had me get dolled up for my sisters concert, and since then, I have been coming to Rose to have my hair done. My hair had already been long, but Rose had growing hands, growing my hair even longer, and since the birth of the twins, it continued to grow. I would come to Rose probably every two months because whenever I came to her, it would be for a wash and blow out. I didn’t like to put too much heat on my hair, always wearing just my natural curly hair, and that’s why I would only come to Rose every two months the way that I did for her to straighten it.
Rose was a Cuban woman, and she was easy to get along with. There wasn’t a shy bone in her body because from the moment we were introduced, she quickly welcomed me in, talking to me like we were long lost friends. In over the year that I’ve known her, I felt like I knew all her business because she didn’t mind sharing it with me. I knew about the player that she was messing with that played for the Miami Heat, and I also knew about the two abortions that she’d gotten earlier in the year. She wasn’t modest at all.
Rose was one of the biggest hair stylist in Miami, and a lot of people would kill to get in her chair. She wasn’t servicing any new clients, and it’s been like that for a while now. With her popularity, and the way that she was always booked, you could tell that she did well for herself. Hell, the brand-new condo that she’d just purchased in downtown Miami proved how well she was doing. That beautiful Porsche Cayenne that sat right in front of her salon proved her success as well. I loved to see women getting to their bag, and doing well for themselves, so I was always complimenting her, and letting her know how proud of her I was, even though her, and I hadn’t known each other for that long.
“We’re not cutting, if that’s what your getting at. No, mami. We grew your hair out too healthy, so I’m not cutting it,” she expressed, sounding just like Harmony did when I talked to her this morning, and told her that I planned on doing something different with it. As of right now, I wasn’t tired of having long hair, so I planned on keeping the length. I will say, if that day ever came, I would never be afraid of cutting my hair. It was just hair, and I knew that it would come back one day.
“I don’t want to cut it. Just add color. I’m going to show you a picture that I found on Pinterest, and we can do that,” I let her know, reaching in my lap, where my phone was, and I quickly unlocked it. Whenever I would see what was staring back at me on my wallpaper, I would always find myself smiling. Journee, and Justice were my wallpaper picture. They were dressed in matching, denim dresses, with cute cherry headbands on their heads, with the matching cherry sandals. In this picture, they were both up, and alert, and Justice was the only one smiling. I loved this picture because it showed their little personalities. I was so thirsty over my babies that I wanted to kiss the phone when I saw them looking back at me. Instead, I found the picture that I was looking for, handed it over to Rose, who was behind me, gushing, saying how pretty the color was, and complimenting me, saying that it would look nice against my caramel skin.