So not sure if people ever noticed or wondered about the scar on madam's face on her cheek. All I know is we were monkeying around as siblings do and with limited toys we had to be creative.... and that is how an empty windowlene bottle became a water gun. Remember the old blue ones , I can picture it so clearly well how it got to her face from my hands I will never know but that is the story of that scar. I am sure I apologised for indeed I was sorry but you know I caught myself wondering if I should have apologised again when we were grown up when I was gazing at one of her photos where the scar is very visible. The mind...I had to hold that thought captive and go back to the truth...I loved her. she knew it all the way, end of story. So now the windowlene story is out!