Open Heart Scar
Today marks it the brown eye girl looks at her scar that runs down her chest. If this scar could talk she thinks to herself. Can't even image what it would say maybe how much pain it went through on that day. The brown eye girl can't remember it and she is happy about that not to remember something painful such as that. Heard stories a lot of stories of what happened that day. How her mother watched as they helped the brown eye girl, of how it was to last six hours but how she got out in half of that. Of how it freaked out her mother when the little tv went off after it was all said and done. The brown eye girl sometimes wishes she didn't have that scar growing up because of how she was made fun for it. They called her a little freak some people tried to make her feel ashamed to have something like that. Her teachers told her to hide it from everyone. But now thirty years later the brown eye girl couldn't be more proud of her scar from her open heart that saved her life.
Copyright © Jesse Mcdonald | Year Posted 2023
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