I woke up when I was six years old. My memory before the age of six is blank. Almost half of my face is covered with an ugly birthmark, and I always get sick with a fever once a month. I was teased by my younger brother and laughed at by the people around me until the night of my 16th birthday when the birthmark on my face "fell" off. . . . . .
Is this a joke of fate or a gift of life?