The Fae

"When two worlds collide."

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My grandmother had always hated my mother.

Once, she told me that this was not her daughter, that one day she had been lost in the woods and it was something else that stumbled into the house months later.

I always dismissed it, and tried to ignore their arguments and the underlying feelings of tension.

Until my mother's past caught up to her.

And through her, me.

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My mother had always been a pretty child, but now, she seemed almost unnaturally charming. Her blue eyes were just a little too bright, her blonde hair always a little too soft, her skin too smooth. She was unnervingly well spoken too, completely losing the stutter she previously had, her now silky voice smoothly able to twist truths and always paint herself in a bright light.

All of these changes threw my grandmother off into such a state of unease, that, in her mind, she began to disown this child that had appeared on her doorstep, began to differentiate between the daughter she once had and the daughter she now had.

My grandmother told me that, when my mother was young, she had wondered into the forest, and it was someone else who walked out in her skin.