The Scar Of Deceit

Marked at birth

A blackened face of a demon, cracked and allowing the red hot fire to be seen through the cracks.
Image courtesy of Pixabay

It is a beautiful sunny Friday morning, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming and the pure white clouds in the sky are billowing. It’s the day that a tiny baby girl is born into the world. A world of bright colours, heartfelt love and the warmth of her family.

She is special. She is much loved. She is beautiful. She is absolutely perfect — but for the one imperfection…

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