No longer not welcomed
There is a story Dawn Tucker tells about when she was still very young, not much older than preschool age, maybe three or four years old.
She remembers her father wanting a beautiful photo taken of his little girl.
Dawn and her father went to the salon to get her hair cut. To dress her up for the photo, the hairdresser curled Dawn’s hair.
“I cried all the way home,” she says with a laugh.