My Mother-in-Law Saw My Newborn Daughter’s Arm and Went Pale—Then She Told Us We Couldn’t Keep Her

into:

I know.

I would not repeat it.

The clover mark changed as Hope grew.

Larger because her arm grew.

Softer at the edges.

Still visible.

At eight, she hated it for about three months because another child asked whether it was dirt.