"Yuck, just perfect." Catherine said as she opened the door to her house. There were beer bottles everywhere. "Dad? Dad, I'm home!" A 50-year-old man stumbled to the hallway, "Hello my dear," he said drunkenly, "how was your day?" She smiled, her dad wasn't an alcoholic, but he had been drinking a lot more lately. "Hi dad, my day was fine. What would you like for dinner?" she said leading him to a chair. "Nothing special honey." He paused for a moment. "What the hell happened to your face?" How did he notice? Her face must have been bruised. "Nothing dad, I just got a little pushed around today." He frowned, but accepted the story. "Well, the doctor called today." He said opening a beer. "Oh really," she took the beer from him and handed him a water, "what did he say?" Her father sighed, "Catherine, it seems that the cancer in your eye has not been fully removed, and because of that, it is spreading." Catherine couldn't believe it, all of these years hoping it had been gone, but it had just been hiding. Her father continued, "He has predicted that in a matter of weeks, the cancer will begin to grow on your skin and take over your whole face." She felt nothing, she couldn't cry or scream. She was just too shocked. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Yeah, if this is my fate, then I accept it. And I know we cannot afford any more operations, so I am ready for anything. Please excuse me dad, I'm going out for a walk now." He said nothing, he knew it wouldn't help. 'My whole face? All of it? That means my skin will rot on her face. She would have nothing to hide the cancer. There was only one thing to do, she had to hide her face. No one could see it anymore. She began to walk back into town. Hopefully, she would find something there.