My 7-year-old daughter cherished her long hair. It was her joy, her identity.
Today, she sat in a salon chair, nervous yet resolute, and declared, “I’m ready. This will make another kid happy.”
With each snip, her hair fell to the floor—donated to create wigs for children who’ve lost theirs.
But her kindness didn’t end there.
For weeks, she drew pictures, baked cookies, and rallied friends to help. This morning, she handed me a crumpled envelope stuffed with over $600—money she raised entirely on her own.
She admitted she was scared her classmates might mock her short haircut. I told her, “Maybe. But your bravery outshines any words they might say.”
To her, it was “just hair.”
To me, it was courage, empathy, and the biggest heart I’ve ever seen.
[Sarah Bennett via Reddit]
