It was late Saturday morning in the cramped, sunlit bathroom of our small apartment when I noticed the odd spot on my son’s scalp.
He was sitting on the edge of the tub, restless and distracted as I tried to comb through his messy hair for tangles.
The bright patch appeared under the light.
Just spotted this on my son’s scalp and I’m clueless about what it could be.
The oddly shaped, reddish patch didn’t seem like anything I’d seen before.
My uncertainty gnawed at me.
It felt wrong somehow, more than just a random rash or dry skin.
Was it contagious? Was it serious?
None of it made sense, and I had no clue where to start.
The rest of our weekend carried on with the usual rhythm—breakfast made and cleaned up, books read aloud, and errands squeezed in before dinner.
