Beneath the Surface: Unraveling the Hidden Secrets in Courtney Cheng’s The Mole
The mole that sits in the center of my face above the cupid’s bow of my lip was a gift passed down from my 外公 — my wài gōng — my maternal grandfather to my mother to me. I only ever spent time with him three times in my life. When my mother was a child in Taiwan, he took her to remove her mole via laser unsuccessfully. When I was a child in California, my mom took me to get the opinion of a doctor who could remove my mole by excision. Surgically cutting it out, which would require stitches to bring my upper lip back together. My parents told me it was bad luck to have a mole there. It would make my life difficult.
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