Plastic Surgery

When I was very young, one of my grandmothers got a facelift. Actually, they probably both did, but this anecdote is just about one. When I saw her, I asked her to change it back. I loved her and it terrified me that my uncle had made her look different with a knife. I didn’t understand that it wasn’t the sort of thing you could return to the department store. I thought of that recently and it made me feel really terrible that I said that to her, even though I was just a little kid and didn’t understand the concept of plastic surgery. I just wanted her old face, the face that I knew, back.