My Hair is 2 Meters Long | Animated Story

But I will begin with a short story about myself. I am the most popular girl in school, and I was able to achieve popularity due to my hair. My classmates and friends have often said that this makes them jealous of me.
At school, everyone called me Rapunzel, and such a nickname even flattered me, because this heroine has always been my favorite Disney princess, and since childhood I wanted to be like her. So at an early age, I told my mother that I would never cut my hair again.
Since then, I have never really cut it. And for so many years I was able to grow a length of 2 meters, which gave me a lot of problems. For example, every day I had to do some kind of hairstyle for several hours so that my hair wouldn't drag on the ground. But despite this, I got a lot of advantages.
I am known all over the state, I have several awards from city beauty contests, a prize for the most luxurious and long hair, as well as photos in fashion magazines, where I was repeatedly invited.
Of course, there were cases when envious people tried to do something terrible with my hair. For example, at another beauty contest, a girl threw gum at me while I was sleeping in my hotel room. When I woke up, I was terrified because I thought that I would have to cut my hair down to my shoulders. It's good that my mother was with me. She knew how to remove the gum with oil.
As you can imagine, I really valued my hair and never imagined myself with a short hairstyle. It was my image that meant a lot to me. However, my life was soon turned upside down, because I learned the terrible news.
Recently, I have been feeling severe headaches, malaise and constant fatigue. At first, I put all my symptoms down to stress, because I was carefully preparing for my annual exams and college matriculation every day. But when I started to see double, I got scared and decided to consult a doctor.
I expected to hear that this is the result of prolonged stress, but it turned out to be much worse than I thought. They found a tumor in my brain, and when I heard about it, I fainted right in the doctor's office.
When I came to my senses, I hoped that the diagnosis was just a work of my imagination, but, unfortunately, my hopes did not come true. The doctor explained to me that my life was not in danger, and the tumor could be removed, which of course made me happy. However, what I heard next shocked me.
For successful treatment, I had to go through chemotherapy and surgery. When I realized that I would have to say goodbye to my hair, I couldn't gulp down my tears. The doctor immediately gave me a sedative, and also set a date for chemotherapy.
I walked home in a haze. I had so many thoughts, which only made my headaches worse. I didn't know how to tell my parents this news, and I didn't know how to go through all this hell. I already imagined myself as a bald freak that everyone would laugh at.
When I got home, I immediately told my parents that I had a brain tumor. At first, there was a long silence, and then, barely gulping down tears, they hugged me and told me that everything would be fine.
I understood that they wanted to support me and encourage me, but their words did not make me feel better. Besides, I noticed how the atmosphere in our house changed in a few days: it became hard for me to be in it. Mom often cried, and dad often locked himself in his office and stayed there for several hours.
I could stay in my room for a long time, just looking out the window and thinking that my life would never be the same again. I was really scared, even despite the optimistic forecasts of doctors. I was afraid something would go wrong.
A few days later, I went to my first chemo session. When I noticed that my hair did not start to fall out, I was very happy, but my joy did not last long.
While I was sitting in the cafeteria, my classmate Greg came up to me and pulled my hair slightly. He always did that, and I was used to that kind of attention, so I didn't get mad. But on that day, I could not hold back my emotions, because with one light movement he tore off a large clump of my hair.
I yelled at him and insulted him, then ran away from the school. Though, I could not avoid the terrible consequences of chemotherapy, because a few days after this procedure, my hair quickly began to fall out.
At home, I told my parents that I would not go to school again until I was completely cured. They were sympathetic to my problem and arranged with the principal to transfer me to distance learning...

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