There was no note, just a small card tucked into one of the arrangements:
Thank you for seeing me.
I cried right there in the doorway.
Later that week, a young couple came into the salon — a man and woman, both dressed with the polished ease of newlyweds. The man smiled when he saw me. “You’re the woman who did my mother’s hair,” he said. “I’m Daniel, and this is my wife, Clara.”Continue reading…
