Dedicated to my father.

To be honest, my mother didn’t care much about me. And in principle, I was satisfied until it was time to do a manicure, buy underwear or do hair removal. She never told me to go or do it together. But my father was always willing to go with me, or just throw me into the shopping center and then take me shopping.
When I was sixteen and the graduation ball was not over, I thought it was time to do a complete depilation and come to school in a beautiful dress, to catch a modest look on my silk-shaped skin. My father did not agree very much with me. But the closer the time to graduate, I became more annoying. Finally, the puppet gave up, but asked for a couple of days to choose a good salon.
He kept his word, as usual. Exactly three days later I was assigned to come to a small but cozy depilation salon. But my father was categorical – anything can be done, except the bikini zone. He was unfaithful. Probably preserving my morality I thought, but I agreed in any case.
Everything went well, I was very pleased with the result. The graduation ball went to the ur. And then the institute and so on. I went to the same salon for five years in a row. I looked there for the last time before moving and my master said he could tell me this story.
My father, before registering me, came to the salon himself and said that he would like to try wax depilation before allowing his daughter to come here. The master was surprised, but the client paid. She cut off her two legs completely, and the next day he called the girl and complained that her upper legs had become very blue. She explained that the bleach is normal, considering the amount of broken hair. That’s why he was against my bikini zone! I couldn’t even imagine that he could do that for my sake.

Dad, I love you!