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My classmates made fun of my birthmark for years

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“Mom, the only memory I’d make is being the girl in the corner.”

“Then stand in the middle of the room for once,” she said softly. “Just once.”

I did not answer. I just kept staring down at my plate.

The next morning, my bestie, Megan, was waiting for me at the bus stop with her backpack hanging from one shoulder. She was the only person in that school continue reading …

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