is. I usually keep it much longer, this is strange for me.”
I nodded in understanding, “So why the bold choice to shave it?”
Tristan pulled out his cell phone, then after a moment he handed it to me. On the screen was a young girl whose hair was starting to grow in and she had a small bow resting on top of her head that had to have been taped. “My little sister, Macy.”
I went for the most logical assumption, “She’s beautiful. Is it leukemia?”
His brow furrowed and he shook his head, “No, she doesn’t have cancer. She’s twelve and extremely smart. Smart enough that she’s a sophomore in high school now. I've been raising her for the last year. Our mom has early onset Alzheimer's and our dad left years ago after she started to deteriorate. Mom's in a home now and doesn't remember who we are most of the time.”
This didn’t explain anything to me thus far, but I waited to see if he went on. After a moment, he continued by saying, “Due to her age, she is bullied pretty regularly by the older kids. One day at school some girls cornered her in the bathroom and took a razor to her hair. They shaved it off in places, enough randomness that there was nothing else to do but shave it completely. She called me in a panic and I went to pick her up from school, not knowing what I was going to see when I got there. She cried all night about how ugly she was and that she’d never show her face in public again. I calmed her down and made her take a nap. While she was sleeping I shaved my head. She knew how much I loved my hair; yes I admit I’m like a girl in that aspect. When she woke up and saw my head, she cried and told me that I was the best brother in the world.”
His eyes were welling with tears. I reached out and took his hand in mine. “I’m keeping it shaved until hers grows back fully because mine will take no time to grow. Hers is slower. Sometimes she wears wigs but it’s still obvious.” His eyes met mine and he reached over to wipe the tears falling from my eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring you down.”
Letting go of his hand, I wiped my eyes. “It reminds me of my school days is all. My friends and I were all familiar with bullies. I was bullied for my weight, Angel was bullied for being Hispanic, Gracie was bullied for being friends with us, and Cameron was bullied because he’s gay. I despise bullies.”
Tristan stood up and moved his chair right next to mine and wrapped his arms around me. We cuddled on the beach for a few minutes after he said, “Me too.”
He drove me back to my car and said, “Well we officially bonded tonight, I’d say. " Doing his best valley girl impression he said, "You know we'll have to be besties.”
I chuckled, “I’d say that’s an accurate description of the night. And I'd love to be your bestie. I’d like to meet your sister sometime. Maybe on a day off she and I could hang out at the park?”
His face lit up with excitement, “She’d love that MJ. Thank you! I’ll set it up. Maybe we can both have the day off.”
“Sounds great! Thanks for tonight, I really needed it.” As I got into my car, my phone rang; it was Derrick. Activating the blue tooth in my car for hands free usage, I answered.
Before I could say anything, I hear a sweet voice, “MJ, I wanted to call and tell you goodnight before Daddy talks to you. I'm really glad you two are still friends.”
My grin stretched from ear to ear as her words warmed my heart . My night with Tristan had been a lot of fun but talking to Katelyn and Derrick is my favorite thing to do. “Hey, Katie-cat! I miss you sweetie.”
She sighs dramatically, “Me too. Daddy says you work at Disney World. Can I come out there and ride rides with you?”
I giggled as I heard Derrick in the background say, “She doesn’t ride rides all day long, Katie.”
Katie scoffed, “I know, daddy. I meant she can do that on her day off with me.” She came back to
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