When I was young like around 5 to 6 years old, I used to visit my grandma (father side) at her place. And since she always had long hair, I will always ask her that if possible, I will comb it. But every time I will mess up her hair, I will have to say to her that I need to go home for some reason. The reason for that, I was so afraid because I can’t make her hair neat again. I miss my grand-Lola.