As I ran my fingers through her thinning gray hair, she sighed. “I used to come to salons when my husband was alive,” she murmured. “He always said I looked beautiful, no matter what. But after he passed, I just stopped.”
I curled her hair into soft silver waves, brushed a gentle shimmer over her eyelids, and pressed a rose-tinted gloss onto her lips. I added just a hint of blush to her cheeks — not to hide her age, but to celebrate it.Continue reading…
