As the needle punctured the skin on my leg and pumped ink into it, I winced from the pain. ‘It will be worth it, Mum,’ my son, 24, winked. A tattoo artist, he’d convinced me, at 51, to get my first tattoo. It was his birthday gift to me, and as the cherry blossom and peonies began to take shape, I had to admit it looked
NEW BEGINNINGS
Sep 26, 2023
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