I wanted to pat her head but stopped myself. Instead, I explained, "Maybe others just don't like candy."

The little girl pouted, disagreeing, "No, they're afraid of me! They think my candy is poisoned and say they'll lose their hair like me if they eat it..."

She wiped away imaginary tears from the corner of her eye.

"They call me the bald monster..."

A child's world is so pure, with clear-cut likes and dislikes. To them, being bald isn't ...