The long 13” scar that curved around her belly button running down her stomach was a painful and constant reminder that she could have no children.
On this wondrous day she carried a beautiful infant daughter out the front door of the beat up old hospital and orphanage, knowing that scar would never be a curse again, but a sign telling her that miracles sometimes come in unexpected ways and that she had been specially marked for this gift she now held in her arms, pressed against her heart.
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2 thoughts on “The Scar”
Beautiful as always
That was lovely!
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