The Moment Everything Stops


She stood in front of me in the food line
Her hair seemed shorter than I remembered
More gray
With small waves around the edges and back
Soft like a young child’s
You cut your hair
No, I had breast cancer
It’s from the treatment
It’s growing back

 

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