April 9th - voice

[Silence. Softly inhale. Exhale.] ...I thought I was her son.

[A happy simple life. He hates being reminded of everything he doesn't have. Family bonds. He hates that something so sacred to him could be tampered with so easily. Even if she had said...]

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