Envelopes of kindness. I've been thinking about cutting my hair for the past few weeks. There was an elderly lady at work that was upset at how pricey real hair was for a weave. She use to know my mother and watch out for her. I would beam at any stories she had of mum. Vanity isn't so vain when it's all we have sometimes. And sometimes the world talks to us if we listen intently. You should have seen her smile today.