“Every once in a while, a child reminds us what love really looks like. ❤️
My 7-year-old daughter loved her long hair. It was her pride. Her identity.
But today, she sat in a salon chair—nervous but determined—and said:
“I’m ready. This is going to make another kid happy.”
Snip by snip, her hair fell to the floor—donated to make wigs for children who lost theirs.
But she didn’t stop there.
For weeks she had been drawing pictures, baking cookies, asking friends to help. This morning, she handed me a wrinkled envelope with over $600 inside—money she raised all on her own.
She whispered that she was scared her classmates might tease her short haircut. I told her:
“Maybe. But you’re braver than any words they can say.”
To her, it was “just hair.”
To me, it was courage. Empathy. And the biggest heart I’ve ever known.”
