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I never really talk about this, but I guess it’s easier when strangers don’t know your face. I was born with one leg and one eye. Doctors said it was rare, something about complications before birth, but my family didn’t care about the “why.” To them, I was just… wrong. Growing up, I wasn’t treat…

I never really talk about this, but I guess it’s easier when strangers don’t know your face. I was born with one leg and one eye. Doctors said it was rare, something about complications before birth, but my family didn’t care about the “why.” To them, I was just… wrong. Growing up, I wasn’t treated like their son. More like something they had to deal with. I remember being maybe six or seven, watching my mom hold my baby brother for the first time. Everyone was smiling. My dad was crying. Rel