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.

hung in the room longer than anything else.

Letty squeezed Millie’s hand a little tighter. “That shouldn’t happen,” she said.

“No,” Piper agreed softly. “It shouldn’t.”

Outside, the light had shifted slightly, turning warmer as the day moved forward. Life continued beyond the school walls, but something within this small group had changed permanently.continue reading …