The End of the Search for a Real Vitiligo Cure

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The End of the Search for a Real Vitiligo Cure
The young man was definitely acting strangely as he moved around the shop. The owner was getting worried as he recognised the signs of someone trying to hide something such as the crablike shuffle as he tried to keep his face from view. Strangely though he seemed to be trying to hide from people yet he was in full view of the cameras as he turned away.

The hood pulled way down his face and the raised collar of his jacket also made it seem as if he was hiding. His hands were deep in his pockets as if he had already taken something or was hiding something, perhaps a weapon. Other customers were asking for the shopkeeper’s attention but he kept one eye on the lad in the hidden face.

He noticed a woman turn the corner of an area and nearly bump into him; she looked alarmed but hurriedly rearranged her features and looked away. The young man stood in one spot a long time and seemed to be breathing strangely as if he was crying. It must have been a full five minutes that he stood there, only occasionally turning his head just enough to see the rest of the shop.

Mr Hussein couldn't make out what he was doing over there in front of the motor oils. He hadn't even driven up but had appeared very quickly, from the side of the building, not the forecourt. Mr Hussein knew this because, unlike many attendants who quickly grew to become bored with watching the customers, he owned the shop and took a very particular interest in everyone who entered, or even stood in front of his store.

This was for a very good reason; it was only 6 months ago when the shop had been robbed by three youths who waited until the store was quiet before pulling a gun on the hapless assistant who was on late shift. Now Mr H himself always took the quiet shift and kept vigilant for any sign of further attack.

Eventually, as the last customer left the shop, the slender figure in with the blue hoodie moved towards the counter with his head hung very low. But to Mr Hussein's surprise, long blond hair hung from the shadows of the hood and, as the face slowly raised itself from checking out the floor, he recognised a young woman, but it was a young woman who was suffering a terrible disfigurement.

As she shifted her eyes backwards and forwards among floor and counter, the huge patches of piebald skin moved in and out of the light. He could see she had naturally dark skin, which made the pink patches more noticeable.

Immediately he felt sorry for her but then noticed she was staring at him in the face with a defiant look as she demanded her cigarettes.

Mr Hussein knew about Vitiligo, he gently explained to her as he handed over her cigarettes, that his cousin suffered from it for years but had found an amazing cure which helped his own skin to regenerate healthy pigmented cells. She stared in astonishment as he told her where she could find out about this treatment called Recell and, hopefully, she could have just as effective treatment as his own cousin. She was smiling as she left the store.