People laughed at my mom’s bald head — she had cancer: I was just a child and wanted so badly to help her that I did something that shocked everyone 
When my mom started having serious health problems, my dad took me to the hospital. He told me I should say goodbye to her — because maybe mom would be leaving us… for a very long time.
I was still a kid then and didn’t understand where exactly she was going. Only years later did I learn the truth — my mom was fighting the most dangerous form of cancer.
When she was finally discharged from the hospital and came home, I noticed she didn’t have any hair left. She was completely bald. It felt strange and a little scary to see her like that.
One day, I couldn’t hold back and asked:
— Mom, where’s your hair?
She smiled, stroked my head gently, and said:
— I cut it off, sweetheart. It was just too hot. Do you like my new hairstyle?
— Yes, — I said after a pause, — but now you look like dad.
Back then, I didn’t know that her hair had fallen out because of the “chemo” — the treatment that had saved her life, at least for a while.
But there was something else strange. When mom started taking me to school again, I noticed how people on the street, on the bus, even my classmates, looked at her in a weird way. Some turned away, some whispered, and some even took pictures of her on their phones.
I didn’t understand why. Maybe they just didn’t like her haircut.
One day we were walking down the street, and I saw three girls stop and stare at my mom while whispering to each other.
— Mom, — I asked, — why are they looking at you like that?
Mom stopped, looked at me, and for the first time told me the whole truth. About the illness. About the pain. About her fear that she might not live to see me grow up. And about the real reason her hair had disappeared.
At that moment, my world turned upside down. I realized I had to do something — anything — to support her. And what I did to help my mom completely surprised her 
I told the rest of my sad story in the first comment 
For several months, I let my hair grow long. My classmates laughed at me, teased me, called me a girl, but I didn’t care. When my hair was long enough, I took the clippers, stood in front of the mirror, and shaved my head completely.
Then I gathered all my hair into a small plastic bag and brought it to my mom.
— Here, mom, — I said, — this is my hair. Put it on your head.
Mom looked at the bag, laughed at first, and then started crying — tears of happiness. She hugged me so tightly that I’ll remember that hug for the rest of my life.
— You’re my greatest treasure, — she whispered.
A year later, mom passed away. The illness proved stronger. But to this day, I still smile when I remember the day I gave her my hair. 
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