There was so much more I wanted to say to them. I had had time to get used to my new face. But it was a shock to them. I wanted them to know I didn’t care how I looked. Me, who had spent hours fussing with my hair and fretting about my height! When you see death, I wanted to say, things change. It didn’t matter if I couldn’t blink or smile. I was still me, Malala.
