A Story Without Words
by Steve West on May 27, 2008
I can't imagine being disfigured as an adult. I've read articles and seen pictorials of veterans wounded in the war and losing a limb or being disfigured by fire. And then those soldiers coming home to their fiancées to be married. Touching stories indeed. But these are adults. I am saddened by their experience and feel joy at their recovery. There's just something different when you see a similar experience happen to a child. This was just a special pictorial story that I ran across that somehow on some level truly touched me. A story of a little girl with only one ear and the process of making her a prosthetic replacement. A Story Without Words.
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