I opened my parents’ front door and heard my 9-year-old daughter sobbing… the hair she’d grown for 5 years had been hacked off while she begged them to stop… my little sister stayed ice-calm: “Hair grows back.”… my parents still took her side… my wife went silent for exactly a few seconds, then did one thing that made the whole room go dead quiet… and 30 minutes later, my 82-year-old grandma walked in with her cane and said one sentence—everyone went pale.
When I opened the front door of my parents’ place that Saturday afternoon, Phoenix heat rolled over me like a…