I know I am far from beautiful and my face, if not ordinary, is below average. People always notice my too big eyes enhanced with dark circles which are getting darker everyday. I look like panda. Not only that, I have too much moles in my face. Two prominent ones are under my right eye. And the left? Right above the eyebrow lays a scar.
Yes, right above the left eyebrow, not forehead, so you may now quit imagining me with a lightning bolt scar. LOL. It is smaller than my eye mole and is not really that visible unless you’ll look nearer to my face. If I make my brows well, it will be hardly noticeable.
I got that when I was in fourth grade, I think. I was feeling unwell so my teacher had to call my parents to go to school. I was having chills. My mom fetched me and I remembered her wrapping a jacket around my shoulders. I thought I was down with a nasty fever, but it was worse than that.
It was chicken pox. Of course, I haven’t had that before so I was scared. Who wouldn’t if one sees blisters growing all over his body? In my young mind, I was vain to look too ugly if I was to stay in that condition. Surely no one would approach me. But my mom assured me that it was normal; like any other disease, it would soon pass.
And it did. Slowly, the blisters dried up and during this time I was very tempted to scratch them. It was too itchy. Mom prohibited me to just that so I contented myself by slapping them. However, one was irritatingly itchy so I couldn’t help myself when the skin was already peeling together with the blister. I disobeyed my mother.
I didn’t know the consequence of such action. When I was healed, there came a a mark that would make me always remember that day. And yes, my smart readers, you guessed that correctly. It turned into a scar.
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