When I was a kid, I went to the park with my parents. A dog was also at the park and randomly came up to me. At first the dog looked friendly, but then it bit me in the face. I screamed and cried and my parents had to pull the dog away from me. The dog attack left me with a scar on my face. Over time, the scar’s visibility was lessened, but it could still be seen by anyone. One day I finally got the scar removed by going to a clinic for aesthetic in Singapore.
After years of having it, I figured that there was no hope for removing the scar, but after learning that the clinic existed and that they had different treatment methods for dealing with scars, I decided to give them a chance. I made an appointment for the doctors at the clinic …Continue reading: Memories of a Bite Worse Than a Bark