Ariel remained rooted to a spot wishing her mother would change her words but Patricia remained indignant and insisted Ariel wore the concealer.
"Mom, can't I be myself anymore?" Ariel complained.
"You should have come with a nice skin when you knew you want to be yourself, who exactly are you if I may ask? A disgrace to the family?" Patricia said harshly.
"Mom!" Ariel protested.
"Enough of this useless banter, go back in there and do as I say!" Patricia yelled.
Ariel sluggishly dragged her feet and went back to her room, Patricia and the rest of the family waited patiently for her to arrive, Ariel felt excruciating pain as she sat by her dressing table, she stared at her reflection and sighed, her skin was one of a kind, not in a good way but bad, she had beared the stigma of been called a monster ever since she was young, unlike other people, she had several spots which had different colors.
