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.

slightly and saw Letty approaching slowly, still holding Millie’s hand. The two girls looked different now, not because of appearance, but because of something deeper that had formed between them in that office. Shared understanding. Shared vulnerability. Shared courage in moments where neither of them should have had to be strong.

Letty stopped beside continue reading …