Three months after my husband’s death, I heard crying coming from the bathroom. My 12-year-old daughter, Letty, had locked herself in there for nearly half an hour. When the door opened, I saw her long hair on the floor, and in her hand, she was holding a pair of SCISSORS and a thick braid. « Mom… I’m sorry. I had to do it. » But when I found out FOR WHOM she had cut her hair, I couldn’t hold back my tears

After her father’s death, Letty barely cried.

Every night, she would simply go to his photograph and whisper something to him.

One evening, she locked herself in the bathroom for a long time.

When she came out, her long hair was gone.

“Letty… why?”

She lowered her eyes.

“There’s a girl in my class. Her name is Millie.”

Millie was undergoing a difficult treatment and had lost her hair.

That day, she had come to school without a hat for the first time.

Some children began to tease her.

Millie ran away and cried all by herself.

Letty remembered her father.

He, too, had lost his hair during his treatment.

“Daddy used to say it was just hair,” she whispered. “But I could see how much it hurt him.”

She held up the braid.

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“I want to give it to Millie so they can make her a wig.”