Dennis was only a little kid, yet he knew deep down
he was different. It was not the color of his skin, his hair or his eyes. It was something that could not be seen. He tried to understand what it was, but he couldn't find anything. He became so obsessed that his parents started worried.
-Dennis, honey, are you worried about something?
-Mum, am I different?
-Everyone is different, sweetie.
-I mean different different.
-Mmmmm, maybe it's time you know this,... I'm not your real mum.
-Who is my mum?
-Well,... We don't know. A UFO dropped you on our front yard.
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