Chapter 10 - THE BRAVE PIXIE
Six months passed. Winter melted into a bright, warm Texas spring. Emma’s hair had grown back into a thick, healthy pixie cut. One evening, as Mariana was gently brushing the wig, Emma placed her small hand over her mother’s.
"I don't think I need it anymore, Mommy," Emma said bravely. She walked over to the mirror and ran her fingers through her short, chestnut hair. "It's different. But it's still me."
We threw a massive "Half-Birthday" party for her to replace the one that was ruined. The backyard was decorated in lavender and silver. Sophia and Ava attended, driven by their father, and the girls played together, free from the toxic cloud their mother used to cast over them. Emma wore her lavender dress. She didn't have waist-length hair anymore, but she had something far more powerful: an unbreakable spirit and a family that would move heaven and earth to protect her.
