يالله حبيباتي ترجموا الموضوع اللي عطيته الفراشه فخوره

my bold head
i remember when i was 10 years old, i had a long hair and i loved it
my mother wanted to cut it, because it was bothering my eyes
i always cry not to cut my hair
my mother said ,,ok,,,i will not cut it , but if you dropped one day from class , i will shave it bold
i said ok
then , one day later on
i did not go to school, because my teacher asked for big home work, and i did not do it
so, i left the house, but not to school
i went to my grand mother house on the way to school
i cried to her, and she said ,ok baby, just stay here.
then i was happy, and i played alot untill i slept at my grand mother house
my grand mother called my mother and told her not to worry about me, because i was at her house, so she told her the story
my mother was happy , because she will teach me what promise means, and she will get read of my hair at one time
i went to the house and my mother said
welcome my dear bold head
and she was talking and shaving my head until it was
bold and beautiful