9 years ago, a young girl was born with a distinctive “clown nose”: look ather current appearance after so many years

When Lloyd Connie was born her parents decided firmly that they would keep their child despite her “unusual” appearance.

Three-year-old born with 'clown nose' undergoes operation

Connie had a large red mole on her nose which was known as a “clown nose.”

The doctors diagnosed it as hemangioma and told her parents that it would fade away on its own. But teh years passed and there was no difference in it. So the parents decided to take steps and find an alternative solution to the problem.

The little girl grew older and older and was concerned about her appearance as she had fewer and fewer friends. S her parents searched for 3 years until found an appropriate professional who would be able to remove the birthmark from the nose.

The girl’s operation was a great success and both the parents and the doctor’s efforts were not in vain. The results are satisfying and after treatment, the girl looked the same as her peers.

My Downstairs Neighbor Called the Police on Me for ‘Stomping Around’ — How My Daughter Reacted Made Me Tear Up

Ever wondered how age changes the way people treat you? 73-year-old Margaret was heartbroken when her neighbor accused her of disturbing his peace with her walking stick and called the cops on her. Her daughter’s fierce response brought tears to Margaret’s eyes.

I’m Margaret, and at 73, I still take pride in taking care of myself. My cane helps me get around, but it doesn’t stop me from living a full life. My apartment, filled with memories of my late husband George, is my haven.

Recently, my downstairs neighbor Arnold, not a day over 37, seems to have a vendetta against my cane. He accused me of “stomping around” and threatened to call the cops.

When the police arrived, I explained the situation. They understood and reassured me I had the right to live peacefully.

I called my daughter Jessie, who joined our building’s chat group to expose Arnold’s behavior. The response was immediate: neighbors supported me, calling out Arnold’s rudeness.

Arnold eventually apologized, bringing flowers and later, banana bread. He even asked if we could get to know each other better over coffee. Surprised but hopeful, I agreed.

In the end, the kindness of my neighbors and the support of my daughter reminded me that even in a big city, there’s a sense of belonging. Arnold’s change of heart also gave me hope for a peaceful future in my cherished home.

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