He Shaved Our Daughter's Hair For Her Daughter

Synopsis

My husband Martin's childhood friend's daughter, Luna, lost all her hair from chemotherapy. That very night, he rushed home, grabbed the clippers, and was about to shave off our daughter Sophia's long hair. "Luna will feel self-conscious without her hair. Your long hair is perfect for making her a wig," he said, staring at Sophia. "You're classmates. You should care for her." I rushed forward to stop him, but his friends pinned me to a chair. Sophia burst into terrified sobs. Martin threatened her. "If you don't let me shave your hair, your mom's gonna get beaten." Just as he finished, someone smashed a beer bottle over my head. Warm blood streamed into my eyes, and all I could hear was this awful ringing in my ears. In the end, Sophia was left with bald patches all over her scalp. Sophia desperately lunged for the phone with tears, but Martin shoved her hard. She hit her forehead on the table corner and blacked out on the spot. "Seriously? It's just some hair. Are you really going to make such a fuss? It'll grow back. Stop being so dramatic," Martin scoffed. Whenever Sophia wanted to dress up as Princess Elsa, Martin would always hold her long hair in his hands, gaze at it for a long while, and start brushing it. Later, he ended up kneeling outside in the pouring rain for three days and nights, begging just to see us one more time—but he only got a restraining order from the court.