I HID MY FACE FOR YEARS—UNTIL THEY HANDED ME THAT MEDAL
I used to look at myself in the bathroom mirror and not recognize the person staring back. After the explosion, everything was different—my face, my voice, the way strangers looked at me. For months, I couldn’t eat properly. I couldn’t sleep. People avoided my gaze or gave me that pitying smile, which stung far worse…
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