My 12-year-old daughter donated her hair to a girl with cancer—then we received a call from the principal asking us to come in immediately.

“Liked what?”

He gestured toward the girls. “This. All of it. The way she didn’t wait for someone else to fix it.”

Letty shifted slightly, still holding Millie’s hand. “I just didn’t want her to be alone,” she said simply.

Luis nodded slowly. “That’s exactly what he used to say too.”

Silence followed for a moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the continue reading …