The bedroom door of a woman's room creaked and a head of blue hair peeked inside. The young boy that opened the door looked at his mother, not even close to how she used to look. Her originally blue hair was gone and left her bald. Her topaz eyes were missing their usual glimmer of happiness. It made Luke's stomach drop and heart skip a beat. He hated what this sickness did to her. His small bare feet pulled him to her bedside, his small hands holding the very bandanna that his mother made him.
The woman looked at her son and smiled weakly, happy to see him. It hurt her to know that he was sad. She could tell he was just by looking at him. He was so much like his father, and that made her smile more. Luke pulled up a stool and smiled at his mom.
"Hey, mommy."
"Hi baby. Why don't you have your bandanna on? You never take it off." Luke looked at his hands that held the article in question. Its blue flames were bouncing off of the white background, as extreme as could be.
"Well, I figured you could wear it. Ya know, until your hair comes back..." Luke looked up at his mother, her smile now even sadder. Tears pricked her eyes, as well as her son's. She nodded and raised a shaky hand.
"Thank you, honey. Can you help mommy put it on?" Luke nodded and helped tie it around her forehead, then sat back down and admired her. She looked as extreme as he did. He smiled at her, sniffling and wiping his eyes. The woman smiled back, her tears falling down her slightly wrinkled cheeks.
It hurt both of them to see each other in such pain, but they smiled anyways, because they knew they both needed to see the other smile, even in the worst of times.