As Frankie entered my laboratory, I asked, “Whats was wrong, son?”

“The kids at school are bullying me,” he said.

“How so?” I asked.

“They are calling me a freak,” he said. “One kid even said I was an accident.”

I frowned as he asked, “Am I an accident, Dad?”

Frank Jr. is reaching that awkward age, so I knew this was coming.

“Frankie, you are one of the only children who entered this world completely on purpose,” I answered. “I chose every one of your body parts myself.”

He smiled, picked gently at his stitches, and said, “Thanks, Dad.”


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