Why We Shaved Our Heads on Our Wedding Day for His Grandmother

strands of her hair in its bristles.

I walked over to Maribel’s table and knelt down on the floor right beside her chair.

She looked down at the old brush in my hands, then at my bare head, and then at her grandson.

I placed the ivory brush gently into her lap and told her she no longer needed to hide her true self.

Her fingers rested on the smooth handle continue reading …