Pizza and meatballs

There’s a pizza parlor I frequent that is located nearby my office. The woman who works the register always kept her hair over the right side of her face in a rather hopeless bid to obscure a huge tumor which sat on her cheek. I went in there earlier this week after having been away for a little while and I was surprised to find the woman had the tumor removed! Her face is scarred but I have a feeling it’s only going to heal and get better. I noticed that she was now wearing her hair pinned back and I could finally see her pretty face. I wanted to say something but she is always very busy; plus, she never put out a very approachable vibe– probably because she always caught me staring at it. I said nothing although I am very happy for her. She obviously is feeling better about herself and it must be such a relief to be rid of that growth.

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