My 12-Year-Old Daughter Cut Off Her Hair for a Girl with Cancer – Then the Principal Called and Said, ‘You Need to Come Now and See What Happened with Your Own Eyes’

Teresa stayed late. Between fixing my daughter’s hair and matching hair already set aside for pediatric wigs, she managed to finish one by the next morning.

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Before school, Letty and I picked up the wig.

“Do I look weird, Mom?”

“You look like yourself,” I said. “Just with less maintenance.”

“Of course she did, baby.”

That got a smile out of her.

Then she lifted the box a little. “Do you think Millie will actually wear it?”

“I’m not sure, baby. It might be uncomfortable for her. But even if she chooses not to, she’ll know how brave and kind you are.”

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Two hours later, Principal Brennan had called.

By the time I reached the school, my palms were damp against the steering wheel.

Mr. Brennan was already outside the office.

“What is this?” I asked. “Who are these people?”

That got a smile out of her.

“They came in together, Piper, all wearing plant jackets and asking for Letty by name,” he said. “My secretary panicked. Then I did.”

“Why is my daughter with them?”