She turned to the servant standing by, her voice barely a whisper.
“Take him away forever,” she said.
It was a quiet command, but it carried the weight of a secret no one dared question.
The servant nodded silently, stepping forward to take the child.
As they left the room, a profound silence settled over us.
That night has lingered at the edge of my memory.
Not because of the birth itself, but because of my mother’s expression as the servant stepped out with the baby.
It never sat right with me—why was one child so different?
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