I didn’t sleep that night.
Not even small.
I kept turning on my bed, staring at the ceiling like answers were written there.
“My father is not my father.”
The sentence kept replaying in my head like a broken song.
At some point, I even laughed.
Because how?
How does someone just drop someth……
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