People think I do, and they don’t hesitate to ask.
It’s a decent ice-breaker, for them to ask what happened to my left eyebrow. People would touch their own eyebrow and asked, “Why is your eyebrow look like that?” then I would explain it they way I have always been doing it while sighing internally like I just nonchalantly informed something, which I am. Sometimes it feels like one of those FAQs people don’t bother read and ask the man for the damn thing.
In this case, ask the young woman for the damn thing.
It really is a frequently asked question for people who meet me for the first time, I just notice the way they look over my eyebrow when we are exchanging conversation. Then I sense the second they’re about to ask the thing. I answered it like an IT person who always say this:
My answer has always been the same, but overtime I just make it more concise than ever. Before then, I’d spill my entire childhood and stuff but now? I just say, “I just started walking. Slipped and fell off the window after climbing the stroller. My eyebrow hit the window sill.”
In response to the Daily Post prompt, Scars