Everything looked normal.
Except for the woman standing beside my pillow.
Margaret.
My mother-in-law.
She was wearing her faded blue floral robe, her gray hair tied loosely behind her head.
And in her right hand was a pair of electric hair clippers.
The clippers were running.
My heart stopped.Marriage
I reached for my head.
My fingers touched bare skin.
I froze.
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Then I felt something soft fall against my cheek.
A lock of my black hair.
I screamed.
“What did you do?”
I tried to sit up, but Margaret pushed my shoulder back against the mattress.Hospitals & Treatment Centers
“Stay still.”
“Get away from me!”
I shoved her hand away and scrambled toward the edge of the bed.
More hair slid onto the white sheets.
Long strands.
The hair I had spent years growing.
The hair I had carefully styled for meetings.
