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A year ago, my then 19-year-old daughter fell off her bike, drunk, and knocked out her two front teeth.  Clearly, not in any way close to losing most of her face.  However, just that small disfigurement felt enormous to me.  I wanted that part of her back.  It was emotionally intense for me - maybe more for me than for her even?  I can't imagine if it was as serious as for Chrissy in which the damage is so serious and can't be fixed as easily as screwing in a couple of new teeth, which in itself felt like a long process at the time.  I wonder if it was more traumatic for her mom than it was for her, as it sounds like she took it in stride?  (And let me say my daughter and I also had a relationship fraught with turmoil.)  I'm very impressed with Chrissy's bravery. 

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