We all have scars and each one tells a story; some scary, others sad, possibly precious, humorous, or intriguing.
I have a scar on my nose from the possible skin cancer that turned out to be benign just a handful of months ago. This fleshly mark serves as a reminder that the outer layer I show to the world is quite fragile and I must daily protect it.I have a scar on my kneecap from an ironic mini-van seatbelt incident.
It tells the story of a young child, talking back to his mother in an extreme case of disobedience, while on a family vacation.
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