The Day Before My Sister’s Wedding I Woke Up To Find My Hair Had Been Cut While I Slept

your phone face-down beside you, the weight of your own hair, and found nothing. Short, jagged ends where twelve years of careful growth should have been.

I lay there for a moment in the early morning quiet of my parents’ guest room, my hand still touching my own head, not yet willing to convert the physical information into understanding.

Then I got continue reading …