Father Shaving, Miles Maybe
Young Miles couldn't help but chuckle at his father's face
The curious Miles strolled down the congested hallway, which was filled with stacks of laundry that he stepped on with his already long legs.
The six-year-old with a blue shirt with the Woody character from Toy Story and blue shorts was near the bathroom. Miles could tell someone was in there because the bright silver bathroom lights were shining outside on the wall near the bathroom.
Miles kept walking slowly towards the bathroom. When he arrived in front of the bathroom, he saw his slim-looking father with a face filled with shaving cream, standing in front of the mirror with a small object in his hand, one that Miles didn’t know what it was yet.
‘‘Ha ha ha ha!’’ Miles laughed.
Until now, he had never seen his father with a face full of shaving cream. He looked like a different person to Miles. Miles’s laughter startled his thirty-six-year-old father and his brown eyes.
‘‘Miles! What’s so funny?’’
‘‘Youuu…you’re funny, Dad.’’ he continued laughing.
‘‘Oh, I’m funny, ay?’’
‘‘Yes, Dad, you are! Ha ha!’’
‘‘I’m glad my shaving face is making your stomach giggle.’’ Miles father said, with a stoic face.
‘‘It…is, Dad!’’
‘‘Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up.’’ Miles’ father said, his face smiling at his son’s amusement. ‘‘This will be you one day.’’
‘‘Me? Nooooo,’’ said Miles.
‘‘Oh yessss. Miles father quickly responded. ‘‘ You’ll start shaving, and you may enjoy it at first, and then one day, you’ll be shaving your face every day to keep your face from turning into a werewolf. You’ll see. You’ll see.’’
Thirty Years Later.
Miles, now thirty-six, stood in front of his bathroom mirror, marveling at the black facial hair all over his face.
He searched for his dark blue razors, which were surrounded by his other bathroom items, such as toothpaste, various lotions, and Irish Spring soap.
His hands finally found the razors. Miles eyes locked onto the shaving cream on the left side of the faucet.
‘‘I don’t believe this. I just shaved yesterday!’’ he said, looking at his brown face. ‘‘How did all this hair grow back so fast?’’ he asked himself.
Miles began shaving the right side of his face, enjoying the combo of shaving cream and his razor as it made his facial hair disappear. A thought came to him while he cleaned off his razor with the faucet’s warm water.
He started pressing his Android phone, which was farther right on the sink. Miles searched for the name of the person he wanted to speak to on his phone. Once he found the name, he pressed the call option on the phone.
He pressed the speaker option so that he could continue shaving his face. The phone rang three times before Miles heard the recognizable voice.
‘‘Hello.’’
‘‘Hey, Dad.’’
‘‘Heyyy Miles! What’s up, son?’’ his now gray-haired father asked.
‘‘Dad, do you remember when you told me that I would be shaving A LOT when I was little?’’
‘‘Ummm.’’ Miles’s father answered. ‘‘I really say that to you?’’
‘‘Yessir, you sure did, and you were right. This sucks!’’ said Miles.
‘‘I told you.’’ Miles’ father said, smiling.
‘‘Wait, it seemed like you didn’t remember that day,’’ Miles said with emphasis.
‘‘Oh, I remember it alright.’’ his father replied. ‘‘You were laughing up a storm that day. Now you see that the shaving struggle is real.’’
‘‘Indeed, I do, Dad, indeed I do.’’
‘‘Don’t worry, son, you’ll get used to it.’’ his chuckling dad said. ‘‘You might even enjoy the shaving workout.’’
‘‘I don’t think so, Dad. I was just calling to share my suffering with you.’’
‘‘Well, that’s mighty kind of you, Miles.’’ his father continued laughing.
‘‘Alright, Dad, I’ll let you go.’’
‘‘Alright then, you be good, tell Luna I said hello.’’
‘‘Will do, Dad, talk to you later.’’
‘‘Okay, talk to you later.’’
‘‘Later.’’
‘‘Later.’’
Miles’s father pressed the end call button, still chuckling while he shook his head. Luna, his girlfriend of two years, strolled inside the bathroom with her afro hair and petite figure. She smiled while watching Miles shaving at the bathroom sink.
‘‘You’re shaving your facial hair again?’’ asked Luna.
‘‘You already know that I am, love.’’ Miles quickly answered while still maintaining his eyes on the mirror. ‘‘I can’t let this facial hair get out of control.’’
‘‘Well, you look handsome, with or without your facial hair,’’ said Luna.
Luna released a soft kiss on the right side of Miles’s face, above the shaving cream. Her kiss made him blush.
‘‘You always know what to say to me in my time of need. I appreciate that.’’
‘‘Of course, babe. We gotta speak love and life into each other.’’ Luna said with a concerned tone.
‘‘Ain’t that the gospel truth.’’ Miles nodded.
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