My face mole story
That’s how I was born. With a mole stuck to my face, just on my right cheek. In the beginning I didn’t care about it. What on earth is a mole for a child, after all? Nothing. As I grew up it proved to be SOMETHING… Something ugly, which, in time, turned into a MOLE. Yes, I was conscious I had a MOLE. A mole for the rest of my life! I was a teenager, and my face mole was there, bigger and bigger. Couldn’t IT be worse.
My friends were apparently ok with that, but how did I look for them? How did I look for Alex, my first love? They maybe were ok, but I was not. I was tormenting myself…
