Eight Inches

By: Tristin Durrett

Eight Inches

In fourth grade, i went to walk in Mckinney on a track for my Mom. It was so amazing because, on the first lap all the cancer fighters got to walk. My Mom and I did, we wore pink too-toos and our walk shirts. Our walk shirts were turquoise with yellow, mustard words. We went as a group, our team leader was my Aunt, Michelle.

My Aunt, Michelle let me pick what it said on the back of the shirts. In behalf of my Mom, I said, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, Philippians 4:13." (What I used to say to her, when she was not only fighting for me but for my family too.)

After, my Mom and I finished the survivor walk the rest of our team joined with us. During, the walk I decided to donate my hair for my Mom. I asked her and all she did was cry happy tears but she finally manedged to say yes. I walked onto the stage in front of a million people, that is what it felt like and I was a little nervous. The thoughtful lady told me to sit in a chair, so I sat. She put my hair in an eight inch pony tail then started cutting.

"Chick, chick, chick." When she was finished I walked off the stage and into my Mom's arms. Then, I walked off the track and onto the emerald swaying grass to lay down in our tent.

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