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.”

wigs. Mine won’t be enough on its own, but maybe it can help.”

“Baby…”

“I know it looks awful.”

“Like you got into a fight with hedge clippers and barely survived,” I said.

She let out a short laugh, then wiped her eyes. “Was it stupid?”

Jonathan had lost his hair in clumps on a pillowcase. Letty had never forgotten. Neither continue reading …