Pixie

They crowded around her, like she was a celebrity — two eager students, and Ashley, and Carol with her magical touch. The long locks of dark black hair fell to the ground with total abandon, as the stylists went to work on a Pixie — a close cropped haircut that needs little care. Why do they call it a Pixie?” I asked as I sipped my wine. “It’s how the Fairies wore their hair,” I was told. 

The  battle ahead seems daunting, yet we are confident in our ability to beat the odds. In a strange way, today was step one in that direction. We have science and medicine and God on our side.  And a little bit of Pixie dust can only make the  journey ahead a tad easier. I wish I had a magic wand to make her troubles go away. Till then, the Pixie dust will have to work it’s magic.