...two years with cancer marks today. You started chemo therapy, and you just shaved your head last night... it's been horrible. you hate looking in the mirror and seeing yourself. it didn't feel like yourself...

you sat in the hospital, painting since it was the only thing they were provided to do and you enjoyed it. That's when you heard a knock, and your brother who moved out a long time ago walked inside, holding a bag and a smile on his face. though the smile faltered for a moment when he saw you with your hair gone... but nonetheless, he put it back on again. he walked over to you, setting down the bag that looked to have some type of plushie inside. he leaned on the side of your bed, a sympathetic smile on his face

"hey kid..." he whispered quietly, looking a bit more concerned than usual with the new bald head of yours.