"First I was afraid, I was petrified". A baby baying at the moon. A nurse frowning. And my mom there, looking surprised, staring at her child that she wasnt expecting any more. She didnt even plan it. But well.Then, this smile on her face, before my freaky eyes moving about. I was going to be reflected in it for the rest of my life.
Main feature of the new-born package : two brushstrokes above two big freaky eyes were going to intrude my whole life with akward misunderstandings and amusing comments.
Simon : "Adeline, really, it's ok.."
Me : "Hmm, it's ok..I know it's ok, I don't care Raymond"
Simon : "Bêh (typical french 'lets-make-full-whats-supposed-to-be-empty-in-english' expression) why do you look miserable then ?"
Me : "What the fuck you talking about ?"
Simon (a bit annoyed, I forgot to tell you who I really am, I'm a bit agressiv sometimes, sometimes a bit, often a lot..) : "Well your face looks weird, its like you're about to cry..".
Moi : "What?!"
Simon : "No its ok forget about it"
Moi : "YOU forget about it! (I looooOOOOVE to be right..^^), yeah I know I know its my eyebrow, I was born like that. I can ask the priest to give me white wine instead of the red one, he would give it to me, and would add extra-no-claims-bonus foie-gras-thats-not-really-right-to-do-that-but-look-at-her-face-I-cant-say-no.
The truth is that I have weird eyebrow. That I look like an underdog. That people like to make fun of it. But at the end, sometimes, some people say it's really cute. To be continueD.
