Melrick

I found out today that my hairdresser died 2 days ago. But it’s not that simple. I don’t have friends, you see. I forgot how to do that, and being someone’s full-time, live-in carer means friends are things other people make. But she was my friend.

She’s been cutting my hair for over a decade now. Even when she would simply disappear for a couple of months because of personal issues, I always stuck with her, when others left to get a more ‘reliable’ hairdresser. And even lately, when she was clearly going through really tough times and appointments got constantly cancelled, I made it clear to her that I’ll be first in line she wants to come back to cutting hair. And she appreciated that, a lot.

She loved my baking. The best brownies she’d ever tasted were my homemade ones.

A few weeks ago, she’d very happily made an appointment for me to cut my hair today. It seemed things were finally looking up for her. And today, I arrived with my own homemade choc-mousse filled nuggets, stuffed with my own chocolate mousse recipe. Everyone that’s tried my mousse have said it’s genuinely the best mousse they’d ever tasted. So, if she thought my brownies were amazing, she’d have gone nuts for these.

Yeah, I was always there for her in the past… but I wasn’t there when it really mattered. Maybe… just maybe...