My mother always had a special feeling for her son. The only boy in the family and also the youngest child, my sister and I always thought that our brother was mom’s favorite. My mother would answer: “He’s my little boy!”. Her little boy often teased her about her hair when she would come back from the hairdresser on Friday nights, just like on this picture. He thought her hair looked like an helmet. You know, that astonishing hairstyle which consisted of plumping up your hair with a comb? It took an European vacation to make her loose that style!