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Word spread quickly. Volunteers joined in. Soon, we were visiting nursing homes, women’s shelters, and community centers, bringing mirrors, brushes, and open hearts.
Each face I touched told a new story — of loss, resilience, and rediscovery. Some cried when they saw their reflection. Others simply smiled, whispering a quiet “thank you.”
The Letter That Came Later
Months later, an envelope arrived at the salon. The handwriting was shaky, but I recognized the name immediately. It was her — the woman with the twelve dollars.
In her letter, she wrote that she had fallen ill not long after her son’s wedding. During her darkest days, she often thought back to the reflection she saw in my mirror — the woman who still had grace, strength, and beauty.
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