I grew up knowing I was different, and I hated it. I was born with a cleft palate (豁嘴), and when I started school my classmates made it clear to me how I 1 to others: a little girl with a misshapen lip, crooked nose (鼻子歪斜) and unclear 2 .
When schoolmates would ask, "What 3 to your lip?" I'd tell them I'd fallen and cut it on a piece of glass. Somehow it seemed more 4 to have suffered an accident than to have been 5 different. I was sure that no one outside my family could love me, or 6 like me. Then I entered Mrs. Leonard's second-grade class.
