I’d Been Ashamed of the Birthmark on My Forehead Since Childhood – 25 Years Later, It Changed My Life

The office was quiet, modern, all glass and neutral colors. I sat across from the hiring manager’s assistant, answering questions.

It was going well.

Then the door opened.

My future boss walked in.

He was in his early 50s, maybe, with a confident posture. Well-tailored suit.

He looked like the kind of man who had control over his life, like nothing surprised him anymore.

He was looking down at his tablet as he entered, probably reviewing my resume one last time.

Then he looked up at me.

And froze.

His face drained of color in a way I’d never seen before, and he stumbled backward like he’d been hit.

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