The light falls over her face: highlighting a silvery scar that threads through her upper lip, an old repair: the resistance of scar tissue tugging at the corner of her smile, distorting it slightly out of shape.
I’m 2, which means that developmentally, I am working on asserting myself. I have egocentric reasoning, and no impulse control, emotion regulation skills, or logical thinking skills, especially when my body feels this excitedly overwhelmed.
