Whenever she goes out, she keeps it tied up,
but at home, she lets it down.
With her hair loose, she looks exactly like Beethoven.
One day, my older sister said,
"Mom, you’re not Samson—can’t you just get a haircut?"
Without missing a beat, I replied,
“No way! If she cuts her hair, she’ll lose all her strength!”
Our house was filled with laughter for a long time after that.
