The day he finally cut his hair, his mother cried before the scissors even touched it.

But she never answered the question.

A few weeks later, he announced he wanted to grow his hair long.

At first everyone thought it was a phase.

Then months passed.

Then years.

The teasing started around middle school.

Kids called him names in hallways.

Some teachers assumed he was “rebellious.”

Barbers tried convincing him to trim it.

Even relatives told him he’d regret it later.