That night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about how a simple haircut had somehow turned into something so much deeper. It made me realize how often people walk through my door needing more than just beauty — they need to feel seen.
A few weeks later, Mirela’s cousin called me. She’d heard about what happened and wanted to know if I could help a neighbor — a widower who had lost his wife and was struggling to rejoin the world. I agreed. I cut his hair, cleaned his beard, and listened to him talk about his wife’s laughter. When he left, he smiled for the first time in months.Continue reading…
