Mom, Look at My Heart
Just because I ate one chicken leg more than my brother, my father kicked me out of the house in the middle of a snowstorm. Later on, my father of an archeologist dug up my body. Due to my missing head, he did not recognize me.
Even when he saw that the body had the same scars as I did, he did not care. Later on, my mother dug out my heart and showed it to her students.
"Today, we will study the heart of someone with congenital heart disease."
She once said she would recognize me no matter what I looked like. Mom, now that the only thing left of me is my heart, do you still recognize me?
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