[ WP ] When a child is born , he is born with tattoos that will tell the story of his life . He spends years trying to decipher them , but - as it is with everyone - he is unable to . As life goes on , however , situations surface and he begins to understand his tattoos .

`` But how will he get through life, dear?'' the new mother whimpers to her husband. 
 
 The man pull her into his arms, doing his best to comfort his wife despite the anxiety growing in his own chest. `` With our help, just like any other child. We will love him, and guide him, and protect him like we always planned.'' 
 
 The woman pulled away and stared into her husband's eyes, as tears started to blur her vision, `` But... his tattoos... his future... how will we explain this to him? Or to anyone?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know yet, but,'' the man swallowed the lump in his throat, `` the doctors say he's healthy, and everything is normal...'' 
 
 `` Except the tattoos!'' the woman sobbed and buried her face into her husband's chest. 
 
 The tattoos that dotted the man's skin, and the skin of every other person that he knew, every person in the world as far as he knew, gave some clues as to each person's future. He never seemed to understand quite what they meant but his markings were always a comfort to him, as if they were a map he followed without realizing. 
 
 All he could do was hold his wife as he gazed through the nursery glass at the skin of his new born son. It was bare. 
 
 He looked away, and his eyes fell on one of the few unknown tattoos he had left, a'?' on his right forearm, and at that moment he understood.
