The Girls I Babysit:
Carly: What are those? (pointing to my scars on my wrist)
Me: They're battle scars.
Anna: Cool! Can I have some?
Me: Please don't ever get some okay? But when you seem someone with them like the ones I have on their wrists go hug them. Don't ever make fun of them okay?
As we're walking around Wal Mart with both of them holding my hands, a young girl walks by us. Carly and Anna go and hug her. She hugs these two adorable little girls back
Girl: Why are you hugging me?
Carly: You have battle scars. *points to her wrists*
And through her tears she looks up at me and smiles.
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