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Tommy was always told he looks like his mom. It was just the hair that was different. Kristin's hair were brown, meanwhile Tommy's were a yellow-ish blonde. But. Their eyes were the same, the face shape, nose. Every thing. Even the laugh and the smile.. Oh the smile was eye catching. Everyone loved how Tommy smiled.

Yet his father didn't like how that reminded him of his dead wife. He hated it. It made him cry everyday when he had to look at his youngest son. It hurt. But why would he blame the boy? Why? There was no reason for him to be mad at the him. It was not his fault. A child is expected to look like their parent. And for Tommy. As he is the youngest. He looks like his mom. His brothers have his father's features.

Tommy always asked himself. Why does his father not want anything to do with him..? So Tommy tried everything to get his father's attention. He tried to help around the house, he behaved. But that didn't work. And so. He started doing the opposite. He yelled, he broke things.

But nothing.

It was like he wasn't there. It was like he was a ghost. Was he a ghost? Did he.. Exist...?

He cried every day. Thinking. That. His father didn't want him. He just couldn't come across the answer to why it was that way.

Until he saw his mom.

He saw his mom.

Why did he see her?

Why did she talk to him?

How could he hear her?

Was he...

No..

No way.



He's dead.

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