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The PTA President Tried to Ban My Daughter’s Headscarf From School Photos—Then Her Classmates Did Something That Left the Entire Auditorium Speechless
I kissed the top of her covered head.
“Then breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe.”
I remembered the day we got the diagnosis, how the doctor’s voice grew soft and heavy with concern.
“You earned every second of this.”
I remembered Lily asking, just three weeks into chemotherapy, whether she would still be alive to finish the school year.
