Mum, mine.

My mum lost all her hair because of cancer treatment she was going through. She looked like a tiny little pixie, vulnerable and fragile.
But she also looked very beautiful without her hair, there was something strangely feminine and timeless in the way she looked.
I felt bad saying it to her over and over again, fearing she might take it as a plainĀ attempt to cheer her up rather than being the truth.
She denied it of course, called herself Gollum and ran past mirrors without a glance.

She is well again, has gained confidence and her hair has grown back, in a sweet mixture of grey and white.