My 12-year-old daughter cut her hair off to support a girl fighting cancer—then the principal called and said, “You need to come right now and see this with your own eyes.”

leaned against the station. “Your dad couldn’t stand seeing people suffer alone. It used to drive him crazy.”

Letty looked down at her hands. “Millie tried to pretend she didn’t care, but she did.”

“Of course she did, baby,” I said.

Teresa stayed late. Between repairing Letty’s hair and combining it with hair already set aside for pediatric wigs, she continue reading …