My scar
I have a scar on my chin from the operation. Its fairly big. But its fading. At first I was horrified at the idea of a scar. I didn’t want a big mark anywhere,let alone my face. At first I didn’t like it. It made my chin look scrunched up and lopsided. I wanted it gone.
Then one day, in science, a boy in my class asked if my scar was permanent. I had explained to him that it would fade a little, but yes, it was there forever. I turned around to face the board ready for whatever insult he might throw at me. But instead he said ……………. "Cool! Iv’e always wanted a wicked scar like that!"
I was about to offer a trade, but then I bit my tongue. I thought about it all day. Then I came to this conclusion: I wanted the scar. I’d prefer it to be faded as much as possible. But I didn’t want it fully gone. I figured that a scar is like a tatoo showing that you have been strong enough to go through somthing worth having a scar. It showed that I had survived somthing big enough to have a scar. And the bigger the scar the stronger I had to have been. By the end of the day, I loved my scar. My special tatoo.
