Unknown identity

Part 1

It was September 2, 2003 when I lost my face, that year I was only 4 years old, my parents had gotten into an argument and my mom had left the stove on causing a fire, while I was sleeping on the couch my parents had ran outside and forgotten i was still in the house, my mom immediately panicked and ran inside without thinking and grabbed me and that's when my face accidentally touched the fire.

Several days had passed and i had finally woken up and then i realized i was in a hospital, i looked at dad sobbing over my arm holding my hand tightly as if it were the last time, i could see the regret and sorrow in his eyes, and then i noticed mom was missing, i asked him "where's mom?" He looked up at me, with tearful eyes like he was wanting to say something but couldn't, he finally managed to say in a stuttering and weak voice "your mom died from lack of oxygen and smoke in her lungs" the next thing he said left me in so much pain and shock and till this day i can't forgive myself "she died from trying to save you" he said "it's all my fault if i hadn't argued with her that day none of this would've happened", everyday i would cry nonstop, praying for my mom to come back or at least let her live instead of me.

Three years passed and I learned to expect that my mom was gone and that she had gone to a better place. I didn't pay much attention to my face since I thought it wouldn't make much difference, until one day I finally mustered up the courage and decided to go outside and play with some other kids and when they saw me coming towards them, they ran with fear in their eyes crying for their mother, people wouldn't dare to get near me and would say horrible things like "if you get near her you're going to catch the plague" or would ask me "how did your face get like that?" And call me all types of names, to the point that I realized I was being treated differently and would cry everyday feeling hopeless.

This lasted 2 years, for 2 years I wouldn't step a foot outside, I lost a lot of weight not eating, wishing I could die that way, wishing desperately to just live a normal life like others, I would often ask myself "why can't I live a peaceful life?" "Why me??", "Why do I have to go through so much pain and suffer so much?", "Why couldn't my mom just leave me in the fire to rot?" I honestly didn't know what to think, my mind was all over the place. After so many years I fell depressed and needed therapy.