The Stories We Carry: Reflections on a Childhood Memory
Some memories linger not because of grand celebrations or milestone events, but because of small, quiet details. One of my earliest recollections is of a faint scar on my mother’s upper arm. It sat high on her shoulder—noticeable when she wore short sleeves, yet subtle enough to escape casual attention. As a child, I didn’t…
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