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.
That was until a few years ago when, while helping an elderly woman off a train, I happened to spot the same scar in the same place on her arm. Instantly, my curiosity was piqued once again.
Unfortunately, with the train moving on to its next destination, I didn’t have the chance to ask the woman about the scar. So, I did the next best thing: I called my mother to ask if she remembered what had caused the scar on her arm.