Now I can only hope the one around his neck will be with him for a long, long time. My son was born with the mark, a small red patch that has yet to disappear. But the others on his arms and legs, they fade away as soon as he gets a bruise or a scratch. It’s like a cruel reminder that he is delicate, that his skin is not like other children’s. I see the other parents stare in curious horror, wondering what sort of terrible disease my son must have. But it’s not a disease, just another way the world has found to mark him as different. As he runs and plays, I know that the mark around his neck will be a constant. I just hope it will always be the one that stays.