Death Scar

        

She was young and pretty, she sat in front of the mirror on her dressing table, her eyes looked deeply into the mirror, looking at her small mole near her eyes. It was her Birthmark and it was a pretty adding beauty on her face. Staring deeply at the mole, her eyes shed tears. The words echoed in her, " I too have the same mole, you got it from me, the family mole", the words of her father, her lovable father she lost a few months ago. Her Birthmark to the Death Scar.