My Last Chance to Steal Hair From My Dying Dad

He’ll be dead soon. I needed to get his DNA now.

Image by Caitlin Nielson

“Now! Do it! Pluck a piece of your dad’s hair. He won’t feel a thing.”

The voice in my head was desperate. I mustered the courage to rise out of the visitor’s chair in my dad’s ICU room, step up to him, lean in. That’s about how far…