She walked into the barbershop to get her hair cut short as it had begun falling.
The young woman sat quietly in the barbershop chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Every now and then, she brushed them over her knees as if to calm herself, but nothing seemed to help.
Strands of her hair slipped through her fingers and fell softly to the floor, a physical reminder of the loss she had been silently fighting for months.
The hum of the clippers in the background was constant, a mechanical drone that somehow matched the thundering of…
The young woman sat quietly in the barbershop chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Every now and then, she brushed them over her knees as if to calm herself, but nothing seemed to help.
Strands of her hair slipped through her fingers and fell softly to the floor, a physical reminder of the loss she had been silently fighting for months.
The hum of the clippers in the background was constant, a mechanical drone that somehow matched the thundering of…
