Written using @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt
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"Low. Sperm. Count. Loser."
My father's mocking voice echoes from beyond the grave.
Of all eight children he'd always reserved special contempt for me, the eldest.
Ironically, I may have inherited fertility problems from him.
DNA tests prove my siblings weren't his.
Mother needed love too.
She sought it elsewhere.
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