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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.

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it for a moment. And certainly not after seeing his old hard hat sitting quietly on the desk, unchanged, waiting as if time had stopped inside it.

She finally opened the envelope carefully, afraid that if she rushed it, something important might slip away. Inside was a folded note, slightly worn at the edges, as if it had been handled many times before continue reading …

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