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Little Faith May was just a child when life placed an unimaginable weight on her tiny shoulders. A tumor pressing against her optic nerve threatened not only her sight, but her very future. Doctors moved quickly, performing a complex brain surgery that saved her life. But survival came with scars—both visible and hidden. When the bandages came off, part of her head was shaved, and a long scar traced across her skin.

One day, as Faith looked in the mirror, her reflection felt unfamiliar. The girl staring back at her looked different, fragile, marked by something she hadn’t chosen. Sadness welled in her eyes, and she whispered to her mother, “I don’t feel pretty anymore.”

Her mother, Jamie Dawn Beckstead, heard those words and knew exactly what to do. Love gave her courage. She picked up a pair of clippers, sat down in front of her daughter, and shaved her own head—every strand falling away until nothing remained but bare skin and a scar of solidarity.

Side by side, scar to scar, mother and daughter now carried the same mark. What could have been a symbol of loss became a symbol of survival. What once made Faith feel different now made her feel connected—because her mother had chosen to walk with her, not just in words, but in action.

Faith no longer saw herself as broken. She saw her mother’s reflection standing beside her, silently saying: “You are never alone. We fight this together. And you are beautiful—inside and out.”

Their story reminds us that love is not just spoken—it is lived, sacrificed, and shared. And sometimes, the most powerful act of love is simply choosing to carry the scar together.