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

hands to the brim of her hat.

Something in my chest dropped before I understood why.

“Lily?”

She pulled the hat off.

For one second, my brain refused to make sense of what my eyes were seeing.

Her hair was gone.

Not cut into a bob. Not trimmed. Not tangled. Gone in chunks, hacked close to her scalp in places and left uneven in others. Sharp, jagged pieces continue reading …