Chapter 24 - MEADOW’S HAIR
Hair grew slower than anger.
For months, Meadow refused anyone near her head with scissors.
Even me.
We found a trauma-informed stylist named Kelly.
First visit:
No cutting.
Just tour.
Second:
Meadow touched clippers while turned off.
Third:
She allowed Kelly to even the back with scissors.
No buzzing.
At six months, the shaved patches had become soft curls.
Meadow chose a bob.
Her choice.
I cried in the parking lot afterward.
She rolled her eyes.
“It’s hair, Mom.”
I laughed.
May you like
Exactly.
It got to become hair again.
