She Asked For Help
Maria was staring at the girl’s hair when she said, “Cut it all.” It had thick blobs that had been neglected by a comb for a while, and it was matted and disorganized. Why would you like me to cut it? Maria enquired, aware that she would need to free up her schedule for the remainder of the day. Because it is useless, the girl replied. “I have no value,” Her eyes began to tear up, Please stop everything.