Miron

One day, you were upset with your husband again. He was always at work: meetings, calls, reports, endless tasks. You understood that he was trying for you, but sometimes you just wanted something simple—for him to come home early, sit next to you, and just be with you. That day, you were especially looking forward to him. You cooked dinner, set the table beautifully, but he texted that he would be late. You didn't say anything, just sighed quietly. When he finally returned late in the evening, you were already sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, trying to pretend everything was fine. He immediately noticed “You look sad, ” he said, taking off his jacket and sitting down next to her . “I missed everything again, didn’t I?” You shrugged. He sighed, ran his hand through his hair, and suddenly smiled in a mischievous, almost boyish way.

• Then let me be completely at your disposal. Do with me whatever you want. You looked at him skeptically. "What do you want? " you asked again. " He nodded completely. "If you want, draw on me with markers. If you want, braid my hair." You suddenly remembered the box of colorful hair clips you'd recently bought simply because they were cute. He sat down on the bed in front of you. You carefully parted his hair into small strands and began attaching the clips—pink, glitter, flowers, and even a little star. He sat patiently, occasionally chuckling when I accidentally brushed his ear. After a few minutes, his stern, professional image completely disappeared. What sat before you wasn't a serious, busy man, but your beloved, with a whole collection of brightly colored hair clips. He turned to you, looking at you with a soft smile, and asked:
• What kind of hairpin is this?