"I hate this. I hate my face, I hate my life, I hate everybody telling me 'it's nothing, live with it', and I can't. Mom and Dad keep telling me it's not that bad, you can't even notice, you'll get used to it. I look in the mirror and I'm ugly. My nose is bent funny, it looks like I've got leeches on my face, and I'm supposed to get used to it?"

"I would have a hard time with it." I took a sip from the can and handed it back, she took it from me but didn't drink from it right away. Her nose had a slight lean...