I never paid much attention to it growing up. A small, round, faint indentation on my mother’s upper arm—it was just part of the landscape of her skin, as familiar and unremarkable as a freckle. I saw it every day, yet I never truly saw it, until a chance encounter on a crowded train platform years later forced me to confront the reality that this tiny, circular mark held a secret that connected millions of people across the globe in a way I had never imagined… Continue reading…
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