They Mocked Him for Losing His Hair to Chemo. They Didn’t Know His Mother Had Just Come Home

That evening, we stood in the bathroom together.

She carefully removed what remained of the marker, slow and patient.

When she handed me the mirror, I paused.

For a moment, I expected to see the same person from the hallway.

But I didn’t.

I saw someone who had endured something—and was still standing.

“Hair grows back,” she said quietly.

I nodded.

“So do we.”