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Draft: 07/04/18 20:12
Published: 14/04/18 19:01
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'Games are fun right? So why do I not like this game...,'
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When you have a baby, shouldn't you love it no matter how ugly or how problematic they are?

Shouldn't you protect them with your life?

Shouldn't you give them the best you can give them?

I really hope your answer is yes because that's what I believe.

My birth parents were 'good' parents. They were nice, kind, humble. They were fully capable of taking care of me like any other parents. But no one knew the real them. They didn't know how if they were going to be good parents or not.

When I was born, they didn't expect what I would be like. They wanted me to be perfect. To have no flaws. They were not good parents. That's true.

So when my mother peered into my grey eyes, she freaked out. She thought I was blind. She kept on screaming for the doctor to examine me, trying to see if I was really blind or not.

The doctor did some eye tests. Simple ones. He shone a light in my eyes and they functioned like a normal human being. They acted like that for no reason.

They were a bit shaken up. Both of my parents have black hair and black eyes. The possibility of me having grey eyes were so slim they were almost sure I had some disease or something.

I wasn't the perfect child they wanted. I had defects. Things wrong with me. I always cried. I always wanted attention. I got sick easily. They got really tired of me. But I guess they still loved me some what.

Then my eyes changed.

They changed. I changed. I turned into a 'monster'. They thought I was a punishment from heaven, from God. My skin turned pale and almost made me look dead. I hardly gained any hair on my arms or legs or back. I looked like a demon.

They took me back to the doctors plenty of times. They were confused. I shouldn't be like this. My body changed so fast. I didn't know what was going on.

They identified my condition and told me I had Alexandra's Genesis. All scientists thought it didn't existed. But it did. I was proof. I...felt a bit proud of myself. But my parents didn't.

They found my abnormalities disgusting and frightening. They found me scary and weird. They didn't believe I was their child. Just some kid they were forced to have. They were scared of things they didn't understand, of things they didn't want to believe were true.

"I can't believe god gave us a stupid abomination like you,"

"You're so stupid. Grow up!"

"If it weren't for you we'd be able to go to holidays again!"

"You're a fucking mistake,"

I was only four.

They replaced me with my little brother Minjae. He was everything they could have ever wanted. A smart boy with a cute face. A boy that wanted his parents love. They gave him all their love and left none for me.

I didn't understand what I did wrong. I just looked different then the other kids. It was nothing major. They just...they just were stupid I guess.