When we got back home you should have seen the way everyone was carrying on when they saw my new haircut; especially Grandmother who just gushed all over me.
“Now he looks like the handsome grandson I remember.” She had said.
Grandfather’s reaction was less verbal. He just looked at me and wiggled his big, bushy mustache which I took as his approval.
“Alvin, you look like a Rock Star!” Jacquelyn said.
“Nooo!” Joey said dramatically, “He looks like my brother Alvin again.” This was probably the best compliment anyone could have given me.