My arms tell a story, etched in ink. Four pieces of my heart, permanently visible. Two on my left, two on my right. Two are verses from the Bible, anchors of my faith, reminders of strength and hope that guide me daily. The other two? The names of my children. They’re not just names; they’re my world, my purpose, my constant companions even when they’re not physically beside me.
These tattoos aren’t just decorations. They’re a part of me, a visual representation of what matters most. They’re a conversation starter, a way to share my beliefs and my love. They’re a reminder that even in the smallest details, we carry our stories with us.




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