Damaris’ eyes closed as the woman massaged her head, rubbed her scalp with shampoo in a black sink. Foamy fingers dug into her thick hair, dancing on the edge towards pain.
Still, the wash was soothing, and what Damaris needed.
Back home in the United States, she works hard. She’s on her feet all day at the market she owns with her husband, her hair almost always in a messy ponytail.
Here in Santo Domingo, she had time for this one luxury.
So there she sat in complete relaxation. Eyes closed, as the woman massaged her head, rubbed her scalp.
(The above story is based on an observation of my mother during a trip to the Dominican Republic in 2013)