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  • This is a picture of one of my sister’s tattoos.

    Her first adventure in ink.
    It seems so understated and most days goes completely unnoticed. It can be mistaken for a piece of hair. She got this tattoo shortly after visiting me for the first time my freshmen year at Clemson University. After toting her around campus, to house parties, and a much needed stop at Mellow Mushroom for pizza, I had to leave her to her own devices while I went to class. When I got back to my dorm room I thought I’d find her asleep, but she was nowhere to be found. I finally got a text saying meet me in the library. I found her buried in the yearbook section scouring pages for someone with her likeness. I tried to conceal my eyes filling up with tears-all she wanted to find was something that seemed familiar.

    My sister and I are both adopted.

    She was sitting in that library attempting to piece together little clues she’s been fed her entire life. The missing piece of her puzzle. I’ve always wondered if that first visit to Clemson was what sparked her curiosity. Our search continues, whether it will fill a void in our lives I cannot say, but for her I think her tattoo speaks volumes. All I know is it was one of the most touching memories I have had here to date.
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