Mom

Are you my mother?

You have to be, you gave birth to me.

But it could have been a lie.

My mother, my dearest mom.

Are you even my mother?

We have nothing in common, not even our looks.

I act super different.

And I didn’t get it from dad.

Mom, If I should call you that.

Who are you really?

I shall never know..

 

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