Upgrading

Upgrading “So you want to be a hairdresser, I bellowed, I gave you a splendid education and that is how you repay me!” “You can study to be a doctor or a lawyer or something posh, but never a hairdresser.” “I struggled in poverty to get some kind of education at the Academy of catering and pursership- I never have heard that word before- you have now, this to drag me out of the slum of being working class, and you want to be a hairdresser!” She is my daughter a product of a reluctant relationship Her mother was a reserve nurse at a local hospital and Was content with her status. “ If you persist in wanting to be a hairdresser leave my house I will not have you here inviting the poverty I tried to get away from.” I know where she works as a trainee hairdresser walk past the salon, every day just to see how she is getting on, but I won’t let her see how much I love her, this stubborn girl taking after her father