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Do you cry 5 days a year? Every birthday a reminder of what you gave up? Does your heartache when you catch a glimpse of us passing you by; oblivious to your existence? Do we appear in your dreams, both day and night? Can you remember our faces, our voices, the feel of our heartbeats,Continue reading “Mother.”
I vaguely recalled a particular story that she had told me once. Something about how the little people in the hills would steal a newborn born child from its mother and replace it with an old wrinkled gremlin-esque creature. They’d get the fairies to cast a spell upon, so it resembled the original child; but this creature wasn’t a child. It was old and grim.
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