My mother hated tattoos, so when she returned from a church retreat with one on her arm, I was stunned. The worst part? She refused to tell me whose face it was or why she’d gotten it. But the strangest part came when I tracked down the tattoo studio and discovered something my mother was desperate to keep me from seeing.
My mother had never liked tattoos.
For 78 years, she’d called them a waste of money.
So when she returned from a three-day church retreat with a little girl’s face tattooed on her forearm, I nearly dropped my coffee.
“Mom, what on earth is that?”
She immediately pulled down her sleeve.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
But I’d already seen it.
A little girl, perhaps six years old, with curly hair and a crooked smile.
“Who is she?”
Mom wouldn’t answer.
She’d gone to the retreat with three women from her church.
But when I called one of them, she sounded confused.
“Your mother? She left Saturday morning. Said she had a family emergency.”
The retreat wasn’t supposed to end until Sunday.
When I confronted Mom, she became furious.
“Stay out of my business!”
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I kept thinking about the little girl’s face.
And why my mother had permanently tattooed a stranger onto her skin.
The next morning, I found the tattoo studio’s business card in her coat pocket.
I called.
The receptionist remembered her immediately.
“Yes, the elderly lady with the little girl’s portrait.”
“Did she bring a photograph?”
“Yes. An old one. She cried through the entire appointment.”
I asked whether the photograph had a name on it.
The receptionist hesitated.
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