Our imaginative five-year-old daughter, Lily, had always been full of personality, so when she insisted on keeping her hair long, we assumed it was a passing phase—until she explained her reason: her “real daddy” would recognize her. The comment startled me, stirring unease about Sara’s past and whether there was something I didn’t know.
We dismissed it as imagination—Lily’s world was full of stories and pretend games—but her words lingered. She became fiercely protective of her hair, refusing even a trim. Then came the gum incident: she fell asleep with gum in her mouth, tangling it in her hair. When Sara said it had to be cut, Lily panicked—truly afraid. That night, we realized this was about more than hair; it was about understanding her heart.
