I have a clear memory of noticing a distinct scar on my mother’s arm when I was a child. It sat high up near her shoulder, forming a small circular pattern of tiny indents surrounding a larger mark in the center. At the time, I remember being strangely fascinated by it, even though I could not explain why it drew my attention so strongly.
It was simply one of those childhood observations that stick in your mind without reason. Over the years, however, that curiosity faded into the background of everyday life.
The scar remained exactly where it always had been, but my awareness of it gradually disappeared. Looking back, I realize I never truly forgot…
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