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Submitted to Contest #14
He ran down the hall and cried on the day I was born. My brother. I obviously don't remember this event, but I have been told about it. Many, many times. It's sort of a running joke in our family, brought up every time we reminisce about our childhoods. I was an accident to begin with. My parents already had three daughters and a son, all three years apart. The perfect family. An even number. Then, five years later, I came along. My brother was no longer the baby of the family, but he was still the only boy-child, and this apparently cr...
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