The story is about a African American father and his bi-racial sun who is black and Spanish
"The barber shop is always packed, but this time I made special arrangements. The owner, the best barber in town, will cut your hair—no waiting in line, we have an appointment." Jason glances up, still apprehensive but comforted by his father’s steady presence.
"Will it hurt getting my hair cut? Do they cut my hair and skin off at the same time?" "No, not at all—just the hair, it’s pain-free. You’ll hear a buzzing sound, like a big bumblebee, but you won’t feel a thing." Jason chews his lip, trying to picture a giant bee that snips hair.
"Which barber is going to cut my hair?" "Mr. Mike—right there, with the best seat in the shop. That’s the king’s chair—huge, shiny, Italian leather, and it swivels so smooth. You’ll feel like royalty." Jason eyes the enormous chair, both awed and intimidated.
"This chair is too big for me. I can’t get up there." "No problem, little man. Here’s a step stool. Want some help?" "Yes, please." Dad lifts Jason gently, setting him on the chair, where Mr. Mike places a long board across the arms so he sits high enough.
"I think I might fall off the chair. Can you stand by me so I don’t fall?" "I’ll be right here, buddy." Mr. Mike wraps the smock around Jason's neck, brushes off the clippers, and gives a reassuring wink.
"Ouch! The bumblebees are biting me!" "No, Jason, there are no bees biting you—it’s just the sound of the clippers. Let’s try again. I’ll hold your hand this time." Jason grips his father’s hand tightly, eyes shut tight.
"Ready, champ?" "The bees are biting me and my skin is falling off! Daddy, save me!" "Nothing’s biting you, and your skin is perfectly safe. Maybe today isn’t the day, Jason. I want this to be fun for you. How about we try again at home? I have clippers of my own—will you let me cut your hair?" Jason nods, relieved, as his father helps him down.
"How did it go at the barber shop, Jason?" "There were a lot of people there, and we decided to leave because the bees were biting me." Mom stifles a laugh, shaking her head at the sight.
"Jason, I’m all set for you. Let’s finish what we started—but this time, no bees." Jason climbs onto the chair, a little braver now.
"Let’s try this again, but with no bees. We’ll start slow—how does this feel?" Jason smiles, giving a thumbs up, his nerves replaced by trust.
"That wasn’t so bad, right? You’re a big boy now. I hope you like your new haircut." "I love it! Thank you, Dad." Dad ruffles Jason's hair, both of them grinning from ear to ear.
