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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Just some random story (:

A long time ago, there was this little girl who was born a premature.
Barely 7months & she came into Earth.
It will be difficult saving her, and it would be very costly, the doctors said to her parents.
Her parents faced a difficult decision - keep her, or not ?
they only had one minute's decision.
And after what seemed like an eternity, they agreed.

One month after she was born, the baby was put into an incubator. Machines surrounded the incubator, and she had tubes sticking out of her everywhere to help her live, including one in her nose to help her breathe.
The little girl would forget to breathe at times, and her face would gradually turn purple, until a nurse noticed and tickled her, before she started breathing again.

Time passed by in the blink of an eye, and this little girl grew up healthy and strong.
But, she didn't really like making friends, because she was afraid that her friends would mind how she looked.
What happened was, when she was small, the tube that helped her to breathe was adjusted too high by the nurses, and it resulted in one of her nostrils having a sharper edge than the other, and that it formed some sort of a bump on her nose, if you would look at her from her side view.
The girl knew people were curious about her nose, and they would ask.
She didn't like it. It made her feel inferior.

It would be either people asking her straight in her face, " Eeee, why is your nose like that?" , or they would stare at her nose when they were halfway through a conversation. She knew that they were staring, but she couldn't do anything. She couldn't just turn away because she knew that was rude. She had to dread the next expected question from people - "why is your nose crooked?"

They would ask many questions, and sometimes, these questions that they ask would hurt her, but they didn't know. She felt like an animal trapped in a cage, unable to get out of the enclosure, and it was just like that questions that people asked. She couldn't get away.
When the girl took photos, she would either look down or tilt her head to the right, so her left portion of her face would cover her "crooked nose".
She loathed the questions, but there was nothing she could do.
She felt grateful to the friends she had, that they did not ask about her nose.
Time was healing the hurt in her heart bit by bit, but when the question was asked again, the wound was torn apart, and it started bleeding again.

It has been a few years since she came across that question, and she thought she wouldn't hear it anymore, but it happened once again, when she least expected it.
She had befriended this person, X , and she thought that X was nice like all the other friends that she had, whom did not ask about her nose. But one day, out of the blue, X asked the dreaded question.
The girl did not know what to say, but just mumbled, "Nothing."
X being inquisitive, asked again, "Hurry up and tell me, what happened to your nose? Do you know, you look like a Dino from the side view - the part where your nose is chipped off."

At that point of time, she felt as if knives were stabbing her. She never heard someone's words so cutting. She felt the indescribable hurt in her heart, and the words kept ringing in her head, repeating over and over again. She didn't know what to say, and she was confused, lost, hurt and angry. She was angry with herself for having such a physical defect, she was angry with her parents for saving her in the first place although she knew it was wrong, she blamed God for the life He has given her, and that why couldn't He give her a normal nose like others, so that they wouldn't keep asking her questions.
That night, she broke down & cried, and didn't sleep a wink all night.

Then as days passed, the girl learnt that Man was insensitive.
People just can't understand others who are not as normal as them, but, who doesn't want to look normal, and be normal?
But nevertheless, the girl wanted to thank God.
She wanted to thank God for giving her life, because she knew that there were many more premature babies who don't even have the chance to see the dawn break.
She wanted to thank God for giving her such wonderful parents, and also to have a complete family.
She learnt that she should learnt to overcome the obstacle of physical appearance, but at times, she would still feel the hurt, feel like a piece of rubbish, some freak, when people ask the question. She would feel like screaming at the person straight in the face, but she knew that it's impossible.
She had considered doing plastic surgery, but she was afraid that it wouldn't be reliable, and that it wouldn't turn out successful.
But she has learnt to live with it, because after all, beauty is only skin deep.

BYEBYE !

♥ 3:07:00 PM