It's true, no-one likes a pick. Let alone thousands of them. But unfortunately, they're necessary if you're having a tattoo. And that's exactly what I did this past Sunday night.
Thousands of small, sharp needles dipped in black ink shot in and out of my skinny upper arm as I endured the most excruciating pain (slight exaggeration here) to have three little letters etched onto my body for eternity.
But these are the things people do to keep the ones they love close - especially when they live on another continent.
These three letters each represent the first initials of each of my three siblings. So now no matter where in the world I am, they will always be close to my heart.
Major lump-in-the-throat moment here.
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