She looked at the mound of hair on the floor. The first time was the hardest for her. The second time felt a lot easier. This time, the third, she was at ease with the procedure.
Each time she had her long, black hair cut, she had consoled herself. People fighting cancer were more important.
Written as part of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge – http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
Sundry Scribblings 
That’s a great story and she has a huge heart. Really enjoyed reading all these standalone fiction pieces. 🙂
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Thanks lot, Shweta. Sincere apologies for this very late response. I was caught up in a serious writer’s block. Many thanks for stopping by and reading!
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I know young girls who have had their beautiful hair snipped for such causes. 🙂 Beautiful to see their heart on their sleeve!
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I know a person who did so very recently. When I showed her mother this post, she said it’s a beautiful feeling even if a part of you is snipped.
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