It was our wedding. My groom’s daughter, Avery, looked like a little princess in her dress. But there was one odd thing—she was wearing a knitted winter hat. I didn’t ask about it because, well, kids do quirky things.

The ceremony went beautifully. During the reception, Avery walked to the center of the hall. She held something in her hands, wrapped in a ribbon. She said, “I have a PRESENT for you.” And then she took the hat off.

Gasps filled the room. My heart clenched when I saw why she had been wearing that hat. Her beautiful golden hair was unevenly cut, with some spots almost bald. I could tell immediately—she had tried to cut it herself. But before I could even react, she extended the ribbon-wrapped item to me.

It was a small bundle of golden locks, carefully tied together. “I wanted you to have something special, like how Daddy gave you a ring,” she said, her little voice shaking but determined. “So I cut my hair and made you this. Now you and I match because we both got something from someone who loves us.”

Tears welled in my eyes. This little girl, who had been so reserved when I first came into her life, had given me something more precious than any material gift. I knelt down, taking the bundle with trembling hands. “This is the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Thank you.” Her lip quivered. “Are you mad?”

I shook my head. “No, sweetheart. I’m honored. But…” I gently cupped her face, looking into her wide eyes, “next time, let’s do something special together, okay? Maybe a bracelet or a necklace—something that doesn’t involve scissors.”