Prompt - "Remember something momentous that happend to you. Then write about what happened right before the incident"
The following is a work of fiction - any similarities to real persons or events is entirely coincidental. Or is it?
"Son ... when are you going to cut your hair?"
The question always came up whenever I would subconciously brush a long strand of red hair out of my face. Dave Mustaine himself would've been proud of the mane I had grown.
"Never!" I would say in defiance, as if the mere thought of shearing off my precious locks was synonomous with treason.
He would shake his head, laugh, then continue to smoke and read his books. Once in a while, he would meander through his Facebook feed, every once in a while shaking his head at the people he can't believe he still talks to.
This pattern persisted for nearly four years. Then, one morning, I approached my parents and proclaimed, "Today is the day."
As we drove to the Great Clips, I thought about whether my donation would reach anyone. I thought about a young girl, going through chemotherapy, recieving a wig made of bright red hair. I thought about her smile, and what would happen if I ever met her. And in that moment, I realized - it's only hair. It grows back. But the lives touched by what I can do - no matter how small - that's forever.
And you know what? Short isn't so bad ... and I've been smiling ever since.
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