•Beautiful•
I came home, exhausted & hungry, disappointment took over me as I found the house empty with the lights out. Mom wasn't home & I remembered our fight last night over her drastic step to cut her knee length hair & shave her head.
I ignored the supper on the dining table & locked myself in my room. Recounting how I got bullied today in school for how I look, tears streamed down my face.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked moribund. But the truth demanded to be spoken. As I removed the hoodie from my head & pulled the wig off, I realised I wasn't alone anymore.
Cancer wasn't cruel, was it, on a 12 year old? For the first time since my first chemotherapy, I felt beautiful. Beautiful, again as I caught mom's reflection at the door. She smiled back behind her tears.
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