“I can’t wait to get rid of this thing.” Sandy thought to herself as she struggled to get a hold of the thin, dark, long hair with her tweezers.

When she finally got a hold of the hair, Sandy held her breath, closed her eyes, and pulled. Her eyes immediately filled with tears as she winced in pain.

She never got used to the pain.

Pulling the single hair out of Sandy’s monstrosity of a mole had been a weekly occurrence since she was about 8 years old. She had run up to her mother crying that day after school, blubbering about how Patrick had drawn a large blue mole on the tip of his nose with a whiteboard marker and glued a piece of hair on it.

Sandy’s mother took her daughter to the bathroom and took out a pair of tweezers. She held her daughter’s face in her hands and quickly pulled the hair out.

“Ow!” Sandy exclaimed, applying pressure to her mole.

Her mother grabbed a handheld mirror and brought it up to Sandy’s face. “What do you think? Was it worth the pain?” she asked.

Sandy nodded.

Her mother smiled. “As soon as we got rid of that little thing, you became the prettiest girl in the world!”

Though it had been several years since that day, Sandy reminisced every time she picked up a pair of tweezers.

“Sandy!” her mother yelled from the other side of the hallway, “I want to leave the house in about 5 minutes!”

“Okay!” Sandy yelled back. She placed two fingers over her nose and examined her face through the mirror, like she had done so for years. She smiled and quickly ran out of the room.

The procedure didn’t take much time at all. After checking out of the dermatologist’s office, Sandy got into the passenger seat and immediately opened the sun visor mirror. She ran her finger over the bandage of her nose. No bump. Sandy was ecstatic.

Her mother slid into the driver’s seat and turned to face Sandy.

“Let me get a good look at you.” Sandy’s mother held her daughter’s face in her hands. Sandy was beaming. Her mother took a peak under the bandage and quickly covered it up again. “Good riddance.”

Sandy’s mother started the car and they made their way out of the parking lot. They sat in silence for a little while, with only the radio playing quietly in the background. When stopped at a red light, Sandy’s mother turned to her daughter.

“You know what I just noticed?” she started, “You have your father’s bushy eyebrows. As soon as we fix that one little thing, you’ll be the prettiest girl in the world!”