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so. Her mom had made sure she knew the importance of good dental hygiene long before the attack, having the necessity reaffirmed by the oral surgeon was unneeded.
    “Good, good. Would you like to see my masterpiece?” Dr. Watkins pulled a handheld mirror from his bag.
    Felicia grabbed his hand. “Maybe we should let her sit and enjoy the feeling of having no bandages.”
    Her mother seemed reluctant for her to look, which had butterflies dancing in her empty stomach. Felicity placed her hand over her flat abdomen, laughing at how she’d always wanted to be thin. Since her attack ten weeks ago, she’d dropped over forty pounds. The clothes she’d longed to wear, but always thought her hips and thighs were too big, were now something she could put on and look good in. She’d gone from an average size twelve to a slim size six. Her mom had gone shopping, bringing bags upon bags of things in for her to try on in the last week.
    “No, I want to see. You know what they say about peeling a band aid off, right? If you do it slowly it’s more painful.”
    “What do you think?” Dr. Watkins was cut off by Felicia taking the mirror from him.
    “Fine, but your father and I want you to know that we have always thought you the most beautiful thing in the world. When you were so terribly damaged, we asked the doctor to put you back to the way you were. He said it would be almost impossible because they had to remove some of your jaw bones. Your cheeks were shattered along with your nose, so it was like putting together a puzzle after the table was picked up and shaken, only the pieces were replaced with similar ones,” Felicia said.
    “What are you saying, mom?” A sense of panic came over her.
    “Does she not know?” Dr. Watkins looked between Felicity and her mother.
    “We wanted only the best for our baby. Dr. Watkins and his team are the best. You will see. Go ahead, doctor, let her see.” Felicia got up from her perch.
    Felicity grabbed the mirror, but closed her eyes. Why was she scared to see what had been done to her? An image of the terminator flashed into her mind. Was she metal under the skin? She didn’t feel anything that resembled cold steel. Tapping into the courage that helped her fight back against her attackers, she lifted the mirror and looked at herself. Only the person staring back at her didn’t look like the person she’d stared at for the last twenty-four years. The green eyes weren’t the same shape either. She blinked, thinking the image would change, but the green only sparkled more with the onset of her tears. No longer was her nose a little too long, or her chin a bit too wide. Her cheekbones seemed higher and more prominent, however that could be due to the weight loss, but Felicity thought it was the cosmetic surgery. Even her eyebrows were raised, and already looked like they had the perfect arch. Her mouth was the only thing that didn’t look completely foreign with their fuller upper lip.
    She touched her lips first as they trembled. “Why?” The one word question spilled out.
    “Felicity, we couldn’t make you look exactly like you were. Have you seen some celebrities who looked like they’d had really bad surgery? Well, they were the ones with unrealistic expectations. Your parents showed me your picture. I then took what I had to work with and, honey, I couldn’t put you back that way without even more work. We removed fragments of bones. I didn’t want to put too much foreign body parts into you. In order to not do that we had to shave down.”
    Listening to the doctors explanations she continued to look at the stranger in the mirror. Everything about her was different. “Who am I now?” She asked her mom.
    “You are Felicity Evans. You’re a fighter, and my daughter.”
    “But this isn’t me. I’m not beautiful like this.” She pointed at her face.
    “Dr. Watkins has done a wonderful job, yes, but you’ve always been beautiful.” Felicia took the mirror away,