Hair cuts and Sisters

I just remember standing in front of a large window at night looking at my reflection.  My sister is there and she says the way my hair is cut is all wrong.  I was loving my hair but I guess she has a better vantage point.  So I run my fingers through my hair and shake it out.  It is how I asked for it to be done, short underneath but with long cascading straight hair past my shoulder blades.  It is also honey blonde and brown underneath.  My sister takes her scissors and starts to texturize the ends which were cut ruler straight.  She adds dimension to my hair.  I tell her to make sure she doesn't add to much volume.