around, I smiled. This time, I had chosen the haircut. This time, it was mine.
At school, I joined the debate club. I gave my first speech with trembling hands. By year’s end, I won “Most Improved Speaker.”
Mom clapped the loudest at the ceremony.
Creating Something Beautiful: “Locks of Hope”
That summer, Nura and I started a school club: Locks of Hope, collecting hair donations for children with cancer. Dozens of students joined. We raised money, baked cookies, made posters.
We weren’t just healing ourselves. We were helping others
