LIFE IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS

This has been me. I used to own a small little salon that I luved and adored.
But poof the dream was gone. I've been lost ever since. I know for sure if
my salon walls could talk, he would sooo be thinking how much he missed me.
  He would say, he missed my positive energy, my Santa Claus laugh, my "little
girl like" attitude, my sweetness, my kindness, my corky ways. Most of all,
my smile. Every morning being greeted with that big smile on that little blond haired,

blue eyed girl who would say to him, "Good morning salon, lets do some hair today!"