Locks Of Love: A Short Story

As I was sitting in Mrs. Cynthia Rosen’s office, she asks me “Why do you want to donate your hair?” I am excited to tell her that I am donating my hair in memory of Mrs. Price to the “Locks of Love”. She had cancer and due to that she died. The feelings this incident gave me when I lost her was miserable. I couldn’t do anything for a long time after losing her until I thought of this idea.
“I am sorry to hear that Marguerite” she said in a low voice.
“I can never forget how kindly she combed my hair and always treated me with respect.” I repeated again and again.
“Wow, great” Cynthia replies, saying she might have been really close to you due to which I was donating my hair.
“Yes, she was like my mother to me” I replied back to her. She was the best and filled my childhood with love, and affection.
“I can understand you,” she replies with tears coming out of her eyes.
I started my story on how
Price had seen such as big cities, towering skyscrapers, wide rivers, and best of all, amusement parks bigger than the town we lived in.
“What a marvelous experience,” she said with all the energy.
“Of course, I can’t believe too” I replied back to her with the same energy.
Mrs. Price helped others and, now, I am doing the part to help. She lived a beautiful life and made me enjoy with her. She was generous, hard-working, and light-hearted. She made me stay in her home and always say when she got sick that “I was better than any medicine”.
She rewarded me with shaky smiles, soft murmurs, and gentle caresses of her feeble hands, hands that still combed my hair each morning. Losing her left a deep black hole in my heart, but I found the way to donate my hair for the children who have lost their hair because of diseases. This will make me feel more relaxed and a wonderful memory of how Mrs. Price filled my childhood with love.
“I really appreciate your kindness and hope you have a fabulous day,” she said after I donate my