For several months, I let my hair grow long. My classmates laughed at me, teased me, called me a girl, but I didn’t care. When my hair was long enough, I took the clippers, stood in front of the mirror, and shaved my head completely.

Then I gathered all my hair into a small plastic bag and brought it to my mom.

— Here, mom, — I said, — this is my hair. Put it on your head.

Mom looked at the bag, laughed at first, and then started crying — tears of happiness. She hugged me so tightly that I’ll remember that hug for the rest of my life.

— You’re my greatest treasure, — she whispered.

A year later, mom passed away. The illness proved stronger. But to this day, I still smile when I remember the day I gave her my hair. ❤️