The Scar That Told a Story ✨
One of my earliest memories isn’t a birthday—it’s a small scar on my mother’s shoulder. Its faint circle of marks felt almost intentional, like a story etched into her skin.
As a child, I didn’t ask about it. I just noticed. Over time, I realized the scar wasn’t about the injury—it was about the history and depth every mark can hold.
💡 Lesson: Even the smallest, quietest details can carry stories that shape how we see the world.
