The Boy with the Horns

The Boy with the Horns

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"When did it start?" The man asked, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, searching my mother's face with an expression of utmost superiority. I hated him. My mother's usually storm grey eyes softened. They now looked more like rain opposed to a storm. "When he was born," She took a second to take a breath and grip the edge of the sofa until her knuckles were white. "He didn't cry. He came out silent. They thought he was dead." Maybe I am. Maybe I was never alive.
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