Curious, I tried it on that evening. It actually looked good—matched my streaks. I remembered my mom’s photo and smiled. Maybe this was something to embrace, not hide. The next day, I wore the beanie to work. Tyrese gave me a nod. Jamal, sheepish, came over. “Hey, about that joke… I was out of line. You’ve got experience. I forget we’re the same age.” I smiled. “Just call me by my name, alright? ” Later,
Tyrese apologized, too. “Didn’t realize the ‘Ma’am’ thing sounded weird.” I appreciated it. When I asked if he left the beanie, he laughed. “I can’t even sew a button.” So, the mystery remained. A quiet gift from someone who saw me. That week, I noticed silver in others too—like Rina in IT. We talked, and I shared my story. She laughed. “Must be nice to have a secret ally.” By Friday, I got an anonymous email: “Heard you got a new hat. Looks good on you.” No name. No reply possible. I smiled. It felt like a small office fairytale—someone stitching kindness into a stressful world. And for once, I wasn’t ashamed of my gray. It was just another part of me.