32. Bad Hair Day

When Mom sees me for the first time in six weeks

she cries out, “Your hair! It’s so long!”


I have not cut it for 12 straight months,

from the date she started her first chemo treatment.


Today she is wearing a pink cap with pink rhinestones:

“No Hair Day.”


She paints on eyebrows — an unnatural brown.

She blinks her lash-less eyes.


“Did you just get it cut?” she asks.

“No. I’m just having a bad hair day,” I answer.

Go right ahead.

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