A Scar.
"How will you live with it? I can't even imagine how difficult it would be for you to face others, everyday. Your face, it looks terrible. How did you fall? Were you riding a bike? Were you chatting on your phone? You should have been more conscious. These scars are not going to get cured. You will always have them, there on your face. Maybe they would get lighter, after all science has so many alternatives. We will get you treated, but beta, understand, you are a girl and your face does matter. Anyways, no worries beta, everything would be fine, we will get you treated. You might not look that beautiful but you will be able to face people. Have trust in us." The relatives said. She was confused, confused to the next level. Were they concerned or were they mocking at her? Were they worried or were they pulling her down? Her confidence, her self esteem, her life, right now, it was all just words. Just wor...