“Adopted”

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“Mother? Am I adopted?”

A tiny hand slipped into mine. The moment of truth? Raised her as our
own flesh and blood, but mirrors always told her she was different.

“Kids at school say I’m a freak.”

“No, dear, don’t mind them.” I embraced her, warm skin over cold
metal. Not adopted—assembled from love.

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