Her skin must have been smooth, free from wrinkles once, but as she perused her body, she saw lines that weren't furrowed like the wrinkles in her face, but instead, these lines were raised up or widened, slightly different in color from the rest of her skin and evoked a memory and a lesson.
As she looked at the line on the bottom knuckle of the index finger on her right hand, she recalled how her frustration and angry words said toward her younger brother, when he didn't seem to be doing his share of weeding in the garden, elicited a quick downward swing of the hoe toward her.
While doing some farm chores in her teens, it would have been to her advantage had she slowed down a tad before trying to navigate her body between two wires of a barb wire fence, especially since she was wearing shorts. The nasty wound that remained on her right shin formed a magenta scar that took years to fade and is a reminder to think through a situation first to consider the possibilities and consequences of one's actions.
A tiny white line on her left forearm developed after her arm came in contact with an oven rack as she was taking something out of the oven while helping prepare a meal for the family of her recently deceased friend. That small permanent mark is a reminder that sometimes serving someone may require some kind of a sacrifice.