The scar is very faded now, barely even noticeable really, but it's still there even after 13 years. I was about three or four when I got it, and it was Easter morning. I had done something to anger my older brother, who was 7 or 8 at the time; I probably stolen some candy out of his Easter basket or something stupid like that, and he was chasing me around the house. I bashed my face against the convex corner where two walls met and I had a gash on my forehead and a broken orbital. And while I had to go to the emergency room to get stitches on the middle of my forehead, my brother sat on our neighbour's porch and ate ice cream. I've never let him live it down, either.
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