I couldn’t remember how many times has the little girl come to my store to see the wigs.
This were the wigs I just purchased one month ago, with abundant variety and new types, which were very popular. She was fifteen or so, with a red face, plain clothes, like a student. I remembered the girl came to my shop for the first time and stood long in front of a kind of wig. “Do you want to buy wigs?” I saw the girl’s mind and asked kindly. She said, “Auntie, how much is this?”" I gave her an offer, and she was so surprised. Then I enthusiastically recommended her other styles of wigs. The girl smiled and said, “I still like that short hair wig.”
Since then, the little girl came to the shop to see the wig regularly, then stood in the wig with a face of thirst. Little by little, I became familiar with the little girl and knew the real reason why she wanted to buy a wig. Originally, three years ago, the little girl with her parents from Gansu Tian-shui to Xinjiang to work, parents as unskilled one at the site, she in a middle school. A year ago, my mother collapsed on the construction site and went to the hospital for an examination for a terminal cancer. In order to chemotherapy, the family not only spent all their savings, the mother of a black, beautiful hair also stripped off. Every time I look into the mirror, my mother is crying. She knew how much she wished her black hair would grow back, even if it were not the original black curls, but it was impossible.
It was her greatest wish to buy her a wig like her hair. But the family has no extra money to meet the mother’s last month’s little wish. She has been sad and sad about it. When I know there are half a month to her mother, my heart is like a knife, hurt. On that day, the little girl came again. She pulled out a large sum of 45 yuan and five yuan from her clothes. She said sadly, “Auntie, I only have the money. I hope you sell me that wig. It looks like my mother’s hair.”.”
My heart trembled. Looking at the little girl’s red face still hung with tears, I could not reach out. I put her in the back and said, “Auntie won’t accept your money.”…… You need money more than your aunt.” At that time, the little girl froze, and she did not believe that I would not receive money. You know, the girl asked me a few times, and I didn’t pay any money. “Auntie, what’s the deal? You got the money, too.”.” She says. “The right to be an aunt to your mother.”.” I said seriously. The little girl wanted to say something again, and I was stopped. She held back tears and said a few words of thanks to me before leaving.
One day after the half moon, the little girl sent me a photo of her and her mother. The picture showed her mother wearing a wig and laughing very sweet and happy. Looking at the photo, I smiled happily. From then on, the little girl never came again, and what made me sad was that I didn’t ask her name. To this end, I could only silently bless her in the bottom of my heart: may you stay happiness and peace.