My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

did a lot of work.

I sat on the stairs after the call and cried for the first time.

Not pretty crying. Not quiet tears. The kind that folds you over until your ribs ache.

Lily found me.

She had been upstairs playing with stickers. She came down two steps and stopped.

“Mommy?”

I wiped my face too late.

“Hi, baby.”

“Are you sad?”

“Yes.”

“Because of my hair?”

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