Another tried pulling his ponytail during gym.
Ethan complained about the teasing, but never asked for a haircut.
Lily teased him too.
Some boys called him “Princess Ethan.”
“Your hair looks better than mine ever did,” she told him during a video call.
“That’s because I use expensive shampoo.”
“You use your mom’s shampoo.”
“Exactly.”
She laughed.
“Your hair looks better than mine ever did.”
Since my husband died three years earlier, I’d worried constantly about Ethan.
He was eleven when we lost his father.
Some days he talked about him. Other days, he barely mentioned him.
Seeing him laugh with Lily reassured me.
He was eleven when we lost his father.
He seemed to be coping.
At least, that’s what I thought.
When his hair finally reached the required length, I took him to the organization.
The stylist divided it into sections.
“Last chance to change your mind.”
He seemed to be coping.
