She was suddenly hit with the memory of being a little girl, watching her father shave his cheeks and chin. At the time she thought it strange that a man had to shave his face, even if by that age she had seen him do it countless times before. And Papa had always been more interesting to watch than her brother, he went too fast and usually he shaved the whole of his face, while father worked slower and he had to work around all the hair he wanted to keep. She remembered him chuckling when he finished and looked down, finding her there. Now, as before, she remained completely silent has he worked, not wanting to cause him to cut himself.
It felt odd to be so nostalgic now, since he was going to have a whole new look.
She broke the silence for a moment, making sure to do it an a way that would not startle him or cause him to make a mistake. "I'm going to miss all the nicknames I had for that thing."