Her hair

(Its a short story I wrote one sleepless night...)
She woke up dreamily, drool stains all over her mouth. Weekday, school
again, her bittersweet thought. She liked school, but waking up from
sleep was horrible.
Yawning, she went to mom's room. Mom was still sleeping. Nothing
astonishing. Dad had explained to her, how mom works hard at home
every day. So, she deserved this right to late rising and dad made
breakfast. Lucky her!
'Now brush, bathe fast, little kiddo. No time to waste! Hurry!' Dad
called out from kitchen.
Once inside the tiny bathroom, she couldn't, as always, resist playing
with mom's wig. Grandma always lied to her about this. 'Your mom
hates her hair. So, she's gotten this false hairdo.' Lame excuse! They
thought she was stupid. She could guess what this was about. Pakka.
Her mom had some hair loss condition. She even took medicines for it
all the time.
A quick sip of milk, a quick hug to dad. Mom was in washroom. It was
getting late. She rushed to bus stop.
Mom came running after her. Panting, in her night suit.
'Thank god! I thought I missed you. Go carefully. Be a good child. God
bless you.'
Waving at mom from school bus, she thought, 'She keeps doing this, all
the time, be it school time, or playtime. as if she won't be able to see me
again ever. Come on! I'm eight. I'm a big girl now!'
Her mom smiled, waved, kept looking at bus till it turned. A silent tear
escaped, narrating an epic...