Happy birthday dad

Oh yeah I'm blonde again!
My niece has returned my mojo and I feel like me again. I've never asked her before to do my hair when she has been home for the holidays, as I didn't think it was fair to make her work while on a break from her hairdressers. But this time it was a state of emergency as I really needed a giant boost.
I know that my main fear was I would die with dark roots, but I have now been grey for too long and it hasn't done my self esteem a lot of good just lately. It was fine when I was still perky being grey, but lately my whole pallor has been a washed out one and I saw an old looking woman everytime when I looked in the mirror and I wanted me back.
And bless her, Nikki delivered with a fab hair cut and colour. Strangely enough the person's hair that I like the most is Dame Judith Dench who is seventy odd, but she is a style icon for ladies with very fine hair, so I still felt fab.
I even went to the cinema with no make-up on, but I still went feeling fabulous darling.
I called in at mother's between having my hair done and going to the cinema to get her dinner ready. As she had been with me solid for the last two days, I thought one day for me wasn't a lot to ask. Of course her opening words were how she was depressed and I thought here we go again.
I did feel bad though when I realised that mother was down because it was dad's birthday, but where she says that she's depressed most days, I had brushed it aside with a 'come along, let's get you a cup of tea and let's stop this being down'. It wasn't till I got home after the cinema that I had realised and then I had to put right with a soothing phone call that she wasn't on her own that I was with her. That seemed to soothe her that someone else had remembered his day too all be it late. But after all; how could I ever forget my dad... he was my hero. Just being in the same room as him made me feel safe.
Happy birthday dad from your loving daughter.

Lots of love Debbie x