Margaret took a deep breath.
“Yes.”
Before the first cut, the stylist carefully divided the hair into sections so it could be donated.
The room grew unusually quiet.
When the scissors made the very first snip, Margaret felt surprisingly emotional.
Twenty-five years.
Gone in seconds.
Large braided sections were carefully tied, measured, and prepared for donation.
With every cut, she felt lighter.
Not just physically.
Emotionally.
When the transformation was complete, the stylist turned the chair toward the mirror.
Margaret stared silently.
She almost didn’t recognize herself.
Her new shoulder-length hairstyle framed her face beautifully.
Her smile seemed brighter.
