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A short story. i'll make one real and one fake ;)

Please keep in mind I've been in a sour mood lately. Story #1: Two years ago I had to go to the doctour's.  I'd been having all sorts of problems, mainly, horrible cramping and headaches.  My back was always sore, and it almost felt like my appendix was inflamed.  I was worried, because I didn't have health insurance at the time... I went to the Dr's anyhow, and they took some x-rays, etc.  Now, keep in mind that my dad was a twin, and my mum was one of triplets (she would've been the Gerber baby with her sisters if the others hadn't died because they were a bit premature).  At any rate, my dad had always wanted three kids, but my mum was afraid of going from 2 to 4, so she made him get a vasectomy.  Turns out I was a twin after all.  I had a little lump in my abdomen that, after x-rays and surgery, the Dr. found out was a little skull.  The skull would occasionally be pushed up against my spinal chord, so much so that they said I am lucky to still be walking today.  Luckily, Dr. Beckenwith got published in several medical journals, and arranged funding to pay for my bills.  It not for him I'd probably be a freak, but his compassion and help were wonderful.  He was completely opposite compared to a lot of the "pay up now!" pill-pushing Dr.'s I've had before and since!  I told my mum, and we decided to name the baby "Sam", after the imaginary friend I used to have as a kid that I had been *convinced* was real when I was 5. Story #2: When I was 13 my dad started acting weird.  He would spend more time in the bathroom, and it would smell HORRIBLE afterward.  When I was 14 my mum took my brother and I out to get a little treat for getting good grades and good reports at the parent-teacher conferences.  We came home and my dad's car was parked horribly in the garage, the door was open, and he was slumped against the seat.  We found him, got him in the house.  He'd been drinking and had a roach clip with him, although I didn't know what it was at the time.  The next day he was found dead by the police in our bathroom.  Our neighbours were nice enough to clean the room for us, but it still stunk for a month afterwards.  It was horrible.

Sources: imagination!! p/s - JusT stOry , bkN btuL Ok . HaHa . Lma daH x Bt kraNgan . TestiNg je :pp