I am the knot in your daughter’s hair, and I am coming for you, bitch.

I began plotting my return almost immediately. As you carefully doused that perfect tiny head in conditioner, sprayed detangler, and oh so gently pulled a brush through the fine, babysoft strands, I was already mapping out my path to sweet revenge. It begins as she sleeps, her petite skull burrowed into the pillow. She tosses restlessly, shifts under the blankets…