[ 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 .

Lori loved her job, she really did. But damn if this was n't the hardest part. 
 
 The helping people, the thankful tears of families when she stayed late or made an extra effort for a patient; it reminded her why this was the path she chose. But my god when she would see one of the little ones be delivered, and hold their clean, unmarked skin it just killed her inside. 
 
 It never got old either, never got easier or simpler. You hand the new mother her son or daughter and they immediately can see it, everyone in the delivery room sees it. And then she would watch the frantic search followed by the tragic math in the parents' heads. 
 
 How many marks? How many years of stories were on their child's skin? Just a few? One? none at all? 
 
 In those moments Lori would always look down at the swaddled cross on her wrist and curse it just a little bit, just loud enough so only she could hear. 
 
 EDIT: thought the `` he'' meant everyone was born with tattoos, oh well
