After my daughter cut her hair for a child battling cancer, I was called to the school for something unexpected

into silence, and about a bathroom where she had cried alone so no one would see. Letty had listened to all of it, absorbed it, and then quietly decided that her own hair could become something else in someone else’s life. She didn’t present it as heroism. To her, it was just logic.

When I asked her what she thought she was doing, she simply said she continue reading …