2001-08-05
scars
My father then looked down at me and smiled , "Don't worry, it means that when she grows up she'll be beautiful." My mother then looked down at me."I hope you are right about that."
This was a very encouraging conversation we'd had. From that day on I've remembered and carried that as a sort of stigma. That day I had sat there thinking, What will happen if I don't grow up to be pretty? I wondered if my mother would be angry with me or if she wouldn't like me. I seriously think that conversation is the source of half of the problems I have today, the other half stem from the day I was born.
I thank you, Mother and Father, for permanently scarring me.
shi-ou-sama at