When I was a child, I vividly remember noticing a small but distinct scar on my mother’s arm. Located high up on her shoulder, the scar took the form of a ring of small indents, surrounding a larger, deeper indentation.
I can’t quite pinpoint why this scar caught my attention, but I was clearly intrigued by it. As time went on, the curiosity faded, and the scar became just another part of my mother’s arm that I hardly noticed.
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