My mom made me a wax appointment at the fancy salon in town the day after I came home crying about my mustache. I held my breath as the esthetician slathered hot goo on my lip and told me to relax. The next morning I woke up swollen, the tender skin above my lip angry and inflamed. We had a rule in my house: no fever or vomiting, no sick days. I spent the day at school hiding out in the bathroom, running cold water over brown paper towels, and pressing the makeshift compresses into my face. My brother punched me in the mouth, I offered when classmates shot me inquisitive looks. The truth
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This is horrifying. What kind of parent would refuse to let their kid stay home in this scenario 💀
