Chapter Seven

Iris

A dermatologist was invited to take care of our skin. It was my turn, and I walked into an examination room whose walls were painted a soothing white color.

Dressed in a white lab coat, the doctor greeted me with a friendly smile. Several shelves were filled with skincare products, and she passed me a magazine that explained different skin conditions and then made sure the room was well-lit.

"You have to take off your clothes and lay on the table," she pointed to the center while bringing out a scalpel, tweezers, and magnifying glasses.

"Let's talk about your skincare routine. Do you currently follow any?"

I almost laughed, as if I was ever given such luxury. Even before the test, I had nothing to call my own. I was living like a maid in my father's house.

"No," I said simply. "I've never really thought about it."

She smiled. "No worries, it's never too late to start taking care of your skin. Now, let's assess it. Do you have any specific reactions or sensitivities to skincare pr