every lock of hair that hit the floor. When it was done, I looked in the mirror and saw someone I didn’t recognize.
My hair was gone. But so was a piece of my confidence.
The Silence That Followed
Outside, my mom said nothing. She pulled me toward the bus stop like nothing had happened. I stared down at the sidewalk, memorizing the cracks. My scalp tingled in the cool air. Every step home felt like a funeral march for the girl I used to be.
That night, I stared
