The Story of My Special Scar
Friday, June 18, 2004
The entry below was inspired by a post from Ara's blog:
My dad's youngest sibling was only 6 years old when I was born. Being the first grandchild and first niece, naturally, all the attention was showered on me. My uncle did not like this at all. When my parents were around, he'd pretend that he absolutely adored me but the moment they weren't looking, he'd pinch me or pull whatever little strands of hair I had on my head. When I wailed from the pain, he'd look at my parents innocently and shrug his shoulders (my parents learned of his modus operandi later on).
One afternoon, my mom, then 17, took me and my uncle to the village park. On the way home, he asked her if he could push my stroller with me inside. Thinking it would be harmless, she let him. We were going along so well when suddenly, both my uncle and I fell. He, and my mom, forgot about the two steps going down the walkway. From that incident, we both suffered a scar under our chin.
Growing up, we put the incident and any kind of "sibling" rivalry behind us. In fact, we get along so well now. But that's not the point of my story. Let's move along.
21 years later, A and I got together. One day, he noticed I had a scar under my chin. I told him how I got my scar. He, then, said, "You know why I noticed? Look." He points to a spot right under his chin, exactly where my scar was on mine. A scar! Apparently, he got it when he was young while his dad was teaching him how to shave. I was amazed with the coincidence, how both of us lovers bore a scar under our chin.
A now calls us "scar- crossed lovers."
My dad's youngest sibling was only 6 years old when I was born. Being the first grandchild and first niece, naturally, all the attention was showered on me. My uncle did not like this at all. When my parents were around, he'd pretend that he absolutely adored me but the moment they weren't looking, he'd pinch me or pull whatever little strands of hair I had on my head. When I wailed from the pain, he'd look at my parents innocently and shrug his shoulders (my parents learned of his modus operandi later on).
One afternoon, my mom, then 17, took me and my uncle to the village park. On the way home, he asked her if he could push my stroller with me inside. Thinking it would be harmless, she let him. We were going along so well when suddenly, both my uncle and I fell. He, and my mom, forgot about the two steps going down the walkway. From that incident, we both suffered a scar under our chin.
Growing up, we put the incident and any kind of "sibling" rivalry behind us. In fact, we get along so well now. But that's not the point of my story. Let's move along.
21 years later, A and I got together. One day, he noticed I had a scar under my chin. I told him how I got my scar. He, then, said, "You know why I noticed? Look." He points to a spot right under his chin, exactly where my scar was on mine. A scar! Apparently, he got it when he was young while his dad was teaching him how to shave. I was amazed with the coincidence, how both of us lovers bore a scar under our chin.
A now calls us "scar- crossed lovers."
2 Comments:
Hey! Not to intrude into your scar lovers... but guess what! I have a scar on my chin too -- I got it when I fell off the bed when I was a little kid!
Oooh... that means now we're scar friends!! Hehehe...
Now we're scarred (friends) for life!!!
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