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Fiction: I Wish You'd Been Born A Boy



Paperback, 130 pages
        It quickly became apparent to Alex that her mother had no use for, or interest in her. She learned to make herself scarce whenever the two were alone together. One memory in particular had stayed with her into her adulthood, serving to remind her just what their mother and child relationship would be.
        “I wish you’d been born a boy,” Isabella said to her. They were in the bathroom and she was drying the child off after her bath.
        “How come?” the four-year old asked innocently.
        She couldn't understand why the women who lived in the house with her would say that. She was a curious child by nature. She enjoyed conversations with adults, and she was especially interested to know what her mother had meant, since speaking with her was a rare occurrence.
        Alex slipped her hands through the sleeves of her nightgown and Isabella smoothed the fabric down along her sides. She looked her daughter in the eyes and very clearly and deliberately answered her.
        “So that I could love you.”