Melomiri

The Switch

Language: en

When I was six years old, my parents had my little brother. Crouched in a corner, I saw him get swapped with another baby with my own eyes. I silently switched them back and told no one. Eighteen years later, a boy in ragged clothes and faded jeans ran up to my parents, crying his heart out. "Mom, Dad, you've been loving the wrong person! I'm your real son!"

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