IVIN THAT CAR, THAT NIGHT, most of that family had died. Me and one of their youngest daughters didn't. We were both in the hospital when they were buried. I got out before she did. But she went to live with relatives in another town.
I stayed with my parents and learned to live with that scar on my face. It made my smile funny for awhile, but I got over it quick enough. Because it made me laugh to see my face in the mirror. And so I would spend hours laughing at myself and making my face do all sorts of things.
To begin with, I had to make my hands push up that side of my face. But after awhile, the muscles fixed themselves and it wasn't as funny to see a normal smile. I guess the game was over after that.
Of course, I had a private tutor for a year, and stayed out of school. But that
