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My 12-year-old daughter came home with a pixie cut after spending the day with my mother-in-law. When I finally learned why, I ended up crying harder than she did.<\/p>\n
My daughter, Tessa, had always been known for her hair.<\/p>\n
It was thick, chestnut brown, and so long that when she sat down, she had to pull it over one shoulder so she wouldn\u2019t sit on it.<\/p>\n
People noticed it everywhere we went.<\/p>\n
At the grocery store, strangers would stop us to tell her how beautiful it was. At school, some of the younger girls asked if they could touch it. Tessa pretended to be embarrassed by the attention, but I knew how much that hair meant to her.<\/p>\n
She had been growing it for years.<\/p>\n
Every Sunday evening, she sat on the living room rug between my knees while I brushed it.<\/p>\n
It was our thing.<\/p>\n
No phones. No rushing. No work calls unless it was an emergency.<\/p>\n
At least, that was how it was supposed to be.<\/p>\n
One Sunday night, I found a tiny split end and joked, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s finally time for a trim.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tessa immediately twisted around.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTess, I\u2019m talking half an inch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed. \u201cYou\u2019re going to have to cut it eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hugged her hair dramatically against her chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever. You\u2019ll have to bury me with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTessa!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m serious, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was smiling, but I knew she meant it.<\/p>\n
The next afternoon, my mother-in-law, Nadine, picked her up after school.<\/p>\n
My husband, Eric, was out of town for work again, and I had a report due before the end of the day. Nadine offered to take Tessa shopping for a new pair of sneakers and then get ice cream.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t think twice.<\/p>\n
Nadine and Tessa had always been close.<\/p>\n
Honestly, sometimes they were closer than I liked to admit.<\/p>\n
Nadine knew the names of Tessa\u2019s teachers. She knew which girl had stopped sitting with her at lunch in sixth grade. She knew when choir rehearsal ended and which flavor of milkshake Tessa ordered when she was upset.<\/p>\n
I knew those things too.<\/p>\n
Or at least, I told myself I did.<\/p>\n
Around five that afternoon, I heard the front door open.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, sweetheart!\u201d I called from my laptop. \u201cDid Grandma spend all my money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Normally, Tessa would\u2019ve shouted something back.<\/p>\n
Instead, I heard quick footsteps crossing the hallway.<\/p>\n
I looked up just in time to see her heading for the stairs.<\/p>\n
She was wearing a huge gray sweatshirt with the hood pulled tightly around her head.<\/p>\n
It was nearly ninety degrees outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cTessa?\u201d<\/p>\n
She kept walking.<\/p>\n
I pushed my chair back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you wearing a hoodie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m cold.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t look at me.<\/p>\n
That was when I knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n
Tessa was a terrible liar.<\/p>\n
Not because she couldn\u2019t invent a story, but because she always stopped looking at me when she did.<\/p>\n
I followed her upstairs.<\/p>\n
She was sitting on the edge of her bed when I entered, her knees pulled against her chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cTess.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m tired, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I saw them.<\/p>\n
Tiny brown hairs were scattered across the shoulder of her sweatshirt.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTessa.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went completely still.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake the hood down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever happened, you\u2019re not in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll be mad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I sat beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cTess, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, she just stared at her hands.<\/p>\n
Then she slowly reached up, loosened the strings, and pushed the hood back.<\/p>\n
I actually stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Her hair was gone.<\/p>\n
Not cut to her shoulders.<\/p>\n
Not even cut into a bob.<\/p>\n
The hair that had hung past her hips the night before had been chopped into a short pixie cut around her ears.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t perfectly even either. Some pieces were slightly shorter than others, as if the stylist had been working with very little room.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tessa looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her lower lip trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease don\u2019t freak out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTessa, you cried last year because I trimmed too much off one side. You wouldn\u2019t even let me take an inch. Now all of it is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped her face with her sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk Grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust ask Grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Grandma make you cut it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid somebody do something to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Tessa squeezed her eyes shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean you can\u2019t tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not only my story.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence scared me more than the haircut.<\/p>\n
Ten minutes later, I was in my car.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t even remember the drive to Nadine\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
I only remember knocking on her door so hard that my palm hurt.<\/p>\n
When she opened it, I didn\u2019t give her time to say hello.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Tessa?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I saw! She came home hiding under a hood like she\u2019d done something terrible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarla\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer hair is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine stared at me.<\/p>\n
For some reason, the fact that she didn\u2019t defend herself immediately made me even angrier.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do to my daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t cut her hair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you were with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she told me to ask you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine sighed and stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked me not to explain it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know how old she is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop treating this like some secret between the two of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t a secret against you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt certainly feels like one.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Nadine said quietly, \u201cThere\u2019s a choir performance tomorrow night.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that have to do with anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNadine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome to the performance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have work.\u201d<\/p>\n
The moment the words left my mouth, something flickered across her face.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Disappointment.<\/p>\n
That irritated me even more.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t look at me like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike I\u2019m some terrible mother because I work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine folded her arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cTessa asked me not to tell you because she wants to explain it herself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she can explain it tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow matters to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once, bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen humor me. Be there at six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a deadline.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarla.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in her voice made me stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cBe there this time.\u201d<\/p>\n
This time.<\/p>\n
Two words.<\/p>\n
And somehow they found every place in me I had been avoiding for years.<\/p>\n
I thought of the winter concert I had watched through Nadine\u2019s phone because I\u2019d arrived after the last song.<\/p>\n
The science fair where I showed up while teachers were folding tables.<\/p>\n
The parent breakfast Eric attended alone because I had a meeting.<\/p>\n
I hated that she was right enough to hurt me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t make this about my job.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m making it about tomorrow night.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward my car.<\/p>\n
Behind me, Nadine said, \u201cWhen you understand why she cut it, you\u2019re going to wish you had been paying closer attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
I spun around.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
But she had already opened her door.<\/p>\n
\u201cSix o\u2019clock, Marla.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next afternoon, I came home earlier than usual.<\/p>\n
Tessa and Nadine were already leaving for school.<\/p>\n
Tessa had replaced the sweatshirt with a knitted beanie pulled low over her ears.<\/p>\n
I nearly called after her.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed her backpack sitting beside the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cTessa forgot her bag,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n
I picked it up, meaning to drive it over.<\/p>\n
The zipper wasn\u2019t completely closed, and when I lifted it, several notebooks shifted.<\/p>\n
Something crumpled fell onto the floor.<\/p>\n
A piece of lined paper.<\/p>\n
I should have left it alone.<\/p>\n
I know that now.<\/p>\n
But after everything that had happened, I opened it.<\/p>\n
There were only a few words written across the page.<\/p>\n
Next time, I\u2019ll make sure there\u2019s nothing left to cut.<\/p>\n
My hands went numb.<\/p>\n
I read it again.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
Suddenly the haircut didn\u2019t look like a choice anymore.<\/p>\n
Had someone threatened Tessa?<\/p>\n
Had something happened at school that she was too frightened to tell me?<\/p>\n
Was that why she had cut her hair?<\/p>\n
I grabbed my phone.<\/p>\n
Before I could call Nadine, it rang.<\/p>\n
My boss, Caroline.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarla, thank God. Jen went home sick, and we\u2019re buried. I need you back here for a couple of hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Normally, my answer would have been automatic.<\/p>\n
Sure.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m on my way.<\/p>\n
In fact, I already had my purse in my hand.<\/p>\n
Then I looked down at the note.<\/p>\n
I thought about Tessa sitting on her bed, crying.<\/p>\n
I thought about Nadine saying, Be there this time.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t come back tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarla, this isn\u2019t a good night to suddenly become unavailable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter has something at school.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me yesterday you\u2019d finish the account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did finish it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now I need you here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caroline exhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re putting me in a very difficult position.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Tessa\u2019s backpack.<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you leave us hanging tonight, we\u2019re going to have a serious conversation tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n
But for once, I didn\u2019t change my answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still can\u2019t come.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up before I lost my nerve.<\/p>\n
At 5:52, I walked into the school auditorium.<\/p>\n
The lights were already dimming.<\/p>\n
I slipped into a seat near the back and searched the stage.<\/p>\n
There she was.<\/p>\n
Tessa stood in the second row wearing a white choir blouse.<\/p>\n
Without the beanie, her new haircut looked even shorter under the stage lights.<\/p>\n
But that wasn\u2019t what caught my attention.<\/p>\n
It was the girl beside her.<\/p>\n
June Alvarez.<\/p>\n
I knew June\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Tessa had mentioned her plenty of times.<\/p>\n
They had become friends earlier that year.<\/p>\n
June\u2019s hair had always been long and dark.<\/p>\n
Now it was cropped almost exactly like Tessa\u2019s.<\/p>\n
My heartbeat slowed.<\/p>\n
Something was wrong.<\/p>\n
After the first song, the choir director moved toward the microphone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs many of you know, before each performance, a few students are invited to recognize someone who made a difference to them this semester.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tessa stepped forward.<\/p>\n
I sat straighter.<\/p>\n
Her hands were shaking.<\/p>\n
She looked smaller than usual standing alone under the bright lights.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy friend June didn\u2019t want me to say anything,\u201d she began.<\/p>\n
June immediately covered her face.<\/p>\n
A few people laughed softly, but Tessa didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome girls at school have been bothering her for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became quiet.<\/p>\n
I felt my fingers close around the note inside my purse.<\/p>\n
Tessa continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cLast week, they put gum in her hair.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cA lot of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at June.<\/p>\n
Her eyes were fixed on the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey pushed it really deep near the top, so it couldn\u2019t just be washed out.\u201d<\/p>\n
A murmur moved through the parents.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune called me from the bathroom because she didn\u2019t want to call her mom yet. She was crying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tessa swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI called my grandma.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine.<\/p>\n
I turned and spotted her three rows ahead of me.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t look back.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma came to get us,\u201d Tessa continued. \u201cShe took June to a salon. The stylist tried for a long time, but she finally said the only way to fix it was to cut most of her hair off.\u201d<\/p>\n
June was crying now.<\/p>\n
So was I.<\/p>\n
Tessa reached for June\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune kept saying everyone was going to laugh when she came back to school.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I asked the stylist to cut mine too.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand flew to my mouth.<\/p>\n
Beside her, June shook her head and started crying harder.<\/p>\n
Tessa gave a nervous little smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve had long hair almost my whole life. I really loved it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The auditorium was completely silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I love my friend more.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was when I broke.<\/p>\n
Not quietly.<\/p>\n
I pressed my fist against my lips because a sob had escaped before I could stop it.<\/p>\n
Everything I had believed for the past twenty-four hours fell apart.<\/p>\n
No one had forced my daughter to cut her hair.<\/p>\n
She had given it up so a frightened twelve-year-old girl wouldn\u2019t have to walk into school alone.<\/p>\n
Tessa continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma told me it had to be my choice. She asked me three times if I was sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few people laughed through their tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Tessa looked out across the auditorium.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to thank Grandma because she came when we called.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those words cut straight through me.<\/p>\n
She came when we called.<\/p>\n
Not Mom.<\/p>\n
Grandma.<\/p>\n
Nadine had been the one Tessa trusted to come.<\/p>\n
Because Nadine always came.<\/p>\n
I looked down at my hands.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I understood what Nadine had been trying to tell me.<\/p>\n
After the performance, the principal asked Tessa and June to stay behind.<\/p>\n
The note I had found hadn\u2019t been written to Tessa.<\/p>\n
It had been written to June.<\/p>\n
The girls responsible for the gum had apparently slipped it into June\u2019s locker afterward.<\/p>\n
Tessa had taken it because June was terrified her parents would see it.<\/p>\n
By the time I reached the hallway, two sets of parents had been called, and the school was already discussing suspensions.<\/p>\n
I found Nadine standing near a vending machine.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n
Then I said, \u201cI thought you were taking my place.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d see how much she told you. How she called you. How you knew every little thing happening at school.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t trying to take your place, Marla.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was just trying to make sure someone was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hurt.<\/p>\n
Because there was no cruelty in it.<\/p>\n
Only truth.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve missed too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine touched my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can stop missing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
We found Tessa outside the music room.<\/p>\n
When she saw me, she froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Just that.<\/p>\n
One word.<\/p>\n
But there was surprise in it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had imagined apologizing all evening.<\/p>\n
I had imagined saying something beautiful enough to repair years of hurried dinners, missed concerts, and promises that ended with, \u201cSomething came up at work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Instead, I walked over and hugged her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tessa stood stiffly for a second before hugging me back.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor not being here enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled away and studied my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Grandma yell at you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed through my tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe kind of has a face that makes you feel yelled at.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadine gasped behind us.<\/p>\n
\u201cTessa!\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time in two days, my daughter laughed.<\/p>\n
Then I touched the short hair near her ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you really chose this?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you scared?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA little.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you miss it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She thought about that.<\/p>\n
\u201cKind of.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she glanced toward June, who was standing with her mother at the end of the hall.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut she didn\u2019t cry when she came to school today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my eyes fill again.<\/p>\n
\u201cTess, I\u2019m so proud of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked uncomfortable immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, but don\u2019t make a speech.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo speech.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPromise.\u201d<\/p>\n
We started walking toward the parking lot.<\/p>\n
Halfway there, Tessa looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to get in trouble at work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you came here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not your problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped walking.<\/p>\n
\u201cWork is my responsibility. Being your mother is also my responsibility. I just got confused for a while about which one should always come first.\u201d<\/p>\n
She watched me carefully.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cWe have rehearsal Thursday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI checked.\u201d<\/p>\n
A small smile appeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s at five.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike\u2026 actually there?\u201d<\/p>\n
That question hurt worse than everything else.<\/p>\n
I squeezed her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cActually there.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned against my shoulder as we crossed the parking lot.<\/p>\n
Her hair no longer reached my arm.<\/p>\n
There was no heavy curtain of chestnut brown falling between us, no long braid swinging behind her.<\/p>\n
For years, I had thought that hair was one of the most beautiful things about my daughter.<\/p>\n
That night, I finally understood it wasn\u2019t even close.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My 12-year-old daughter came home with a pixie cut after spending the day with my mother-in-law. When I finally learned why, I ended up crying harder than she did. My daughter, Tessa, had always been known for her hair. It was thick, chestnut brown, and so long that when she sat down, she had to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"fifu_image_url":"","fifu_image_alt":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3032","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"views":166,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3032","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3032"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3032\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3034,"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3032\/revisions\/3034"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3032"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3032"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storydosee.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3032"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}