A red, red rice. I suppose everyone has something they don't like about themselves. For me, IT was the birthmark on my face. IT was bright red. The color of a strawberry. Sometimes I felt people secretly looking at my face. But when I turned my head. They looked away. On crowded buses and trains. IT felt just like a disaster. With so many people around me. My birthmark and red hot. Therefore, I always kept my hair long. To cover IT until that day. IT was a cloudy morning. A new student named matty arrived in our class. SHE said right beside me. Instead of looking away. Maddy studied my face. This made me so nervous. Clouds came through the window. And filled . my heart. Suddenly he said something I would never forget. Sally right, SHE said. You have a red rose . on your face. How beautiful. I looked up and met her smiling eyes. Although I only replied. thank you. IT turned Sunny in my heart. When I got home. I rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. For the first time. I could look at my birthmark without quickly turning away. The shape of IT was truly like a flower. The next day, to my surprise. Mardy painted a red rose on her own face. I haven't told maddie the whole . story yet. Anyway, he has changed me. I have already learned that I am what I am. Everyone has something special and different. That is what's interesting.