This Is Your Song

The ugly jagged scar runs down my arm about 3 inches in length. Taking deep breathes; I close my eyes and let my finger run down the scar. I’ve never told anyone how I got this scar, when people ask I always tell them it’s from an accident while I was at work. Escaping from a house with a young child in my tow. I say a ceiling beam fell down on me and it tore through my arm. The first part is true but the beam never fell, that part is a lie.