I slowly shake my head and begin to cry and cry, the person I was seeing in the mirror was not who I am! I hurt so bad seeing myself and wondering why God would allow such trauma to my face, I felt like I had endured so much to no fault of my own but to look at my face and just shake my head at the sight of myself! I'm steadily asking the questino in my mind, why was I the only one to get so cut up? I couldn't understand this! Mom comes in and ask what's wrong and I say my face, my face, and she says we didn't want you to know right now, we were trying to keep mirrors from you and we didn't want the people to comment on your face. I felt a flood of emotions, and Mommy being who she is assured me that the wounds would heal and I would be fine and I would be pretty again.