The organization collected his donation and sent it to the wigmaker.
Over the following weeks, the hair was prepared and incorporated into a custom wig with other matching hair.
Finally, the day arrived when Grace could receive it.
Noah was more nervous than I had ever seen him.
He kept adjusting the box.
“What if she doesn’t like it?”
“Then she’ll still appreciate what you’ve done.”
“What if it looks weird?”
“Sweetheart, she can try it on and see.”
He nodded, although he still looked worried.
When Grace opened the box, she went completely still.
She touched the soft brown hair carefully.
“Wait,” she whispered. “Is this really your hair?”
“Part of it,” Noah explained. “They needed to add more.”
She looked up at him.
“You actually did it.”
“Well, yeah. I spent months looking ridiculous. I couldn’t quit halfway through.”
Grace laughed.
Then, without warning, she started crying.
