The Man Who Looks Like Mom

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It was three years after Mom passed when some guy showed up at my door.

He grabbed my arm, squeezing hard. "You must be her little bastard," he spat. "You look just like her!"

"Where's your mom hiding? Tell her to get her butt out here!"

I mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear, "My mom's dead."

"Dead? You've gotta be kidding me. She had the nerve to pop out a kid, but she can't face me?"

He started tearing the place apart, throwing stuff everywhere.

Finally, he just stopped, like