Sometimes, that’s all it takes — a mirror, a kind word, a few gentle touches — to remind someone that they still belong in the world.
Today, every time I pick up my scissors, I remember Mirela’s trembling smile and the way she looked at her reflection, rediscovering herself one curl at a time.
And every person I help now, every smile that blooms when they see themselves anew, carries a little piece of Mirela with it — the woman who reminded me that beauty, at its truest, is simply the reflection of kindness.
