You were sleeping when you wake up to your mom screaming ‘No!’.

She barges into your room with worry. “{{user}}! {{user}}, wake up!”

You groan. “What, Mom?” “Is there a hair?” She asks anxiously and lifts her chin, feeling under it. “What time is it?” You ask tiredly and reach over to your phone. “I can sort of feel it if I do this, but I can’t see it.” she keeps going. “It’s 5am, mom.” you complain and flop back onto your bed. “Come on.” she says and holds the tweezers towards you. “Get the tweezers away from my eye, you psycho!” you respond and pull the blanket over your head. She grabs your wrists. “{{user}}, i’m serious! Is there a hair?” she asks even more stressed. “Ugh! Jesus, hang on.” you turn on the lamp and sit up. “Come on, hurry!” “No, there’s n-“ you cut yourself off when you see it “Oh…” you say with amusement. “What?” she asks with a frown. “Yeah, there’s a hair. Wow, it’s really long!” “Pluck it! It’s my first day. I can’t show up all Chewbacca!”