“Story-kissed scar.” 
Learning to love it… sacándola a pasear al jardín, a que le dé el solcito, a que respire aire. 
Learning to be grateful for it, to own it, and to make it part of me. 
Thankful for the friends with their healing balms and creams, for the cool ideas on what jewelry I can use to cover it, for my dad calling every day to check on me, for the advice from people on how to proceed, for the strength of a man holding my pain at night, for my loyal pets guarding me stoically at my feet while I rest these days, and for the laughter of my children that makes my “boo-boo” fade away. 
-Victoria: “Mom, when you smile, you have the same wrinkles as the Grinch.”
-Me: I love you too, Victoria, but I don’t think Santa is bringing you presents this year!
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