The nose job was kept secret, I learned of it only after finding a portrait type photo of my mother from when she was a pre-teen. She did not have the same nose that she had as an adult. It was my father who told me the story about the surgery. He asked me to never speak with her about it. Her parents had told her to keep it a secret.
It was a lovely nose, such a shame they felt such shame.
What a travesty. Parents whose own genes, whose own Jewish genes, created that nose. Parents who forced their child to have that nose surgically altered. Parents who required her denial of the surgery, of the fact that she once had a Jewish-looking nose.
That was their way, though. Even when she was an adult, they perpetually criticized her for being her.