When I turned the mirror toward her, she gasped. For a moment, she didn’t say a word. Then her smile — small at first — spread into something radiant. Her hands went to her face. “Oh my,” she whispered, eyes welling up. “I look like… me again.”
She tried to hand me the twelve dollars, but I pushed her hand back and shook my head. “You’ve already paid,” I said softly. “Now go enjoy your son’s big day.”
