Sixty-three Year Old Widow Refused to Hide Her Gray Hair at Work

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“I was selfish, Mom. I wanted the perfect wedding so much that I let myself believe him when he said you were just being stubborn about the gray hair.”

I reached across the formica table and touched the back of her hand.

“He is your uncle, Cynthia. He knew exactly which strings to pull.”

“Can you ever forgive me?” she asked.

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