My 17-Year-Old Son Shaved His Head for His Sick Girlfriend—The Next Day, Her Mother Called Me and Said, “You Need to Come to the Hospital”

her hair. And that she doesn’t have to go through any of this alone. If she’s going to look like this, then I will too. That’s all.”

I couldn’t speak. My throat felt like it had been tied in a knot. I just looked at my teenage boy, who had intuitively grasped a lesson of love and solidarity that most adults spend a lifetime failing to learn.

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