I go to bed with wet hair even though you warned me that I would catch a cold.
You told me that when you cry for no reason, HaShem would give you something to cry about. It shocked my sobs into a silence for +15 years. The lesson was internalised and then repressed and I could never understand why my teenage angst would only come in silence, in the dark, with guilt and shame and despair. Things I could never talk about or even vocalise.
I go to bed with wet hair. I’m used to sleeping on damp pillows