REID'S POINT OF VIEW“Mom! Shut your filthy mouth.” The word tore out of me before I could stop it. My voice echoed down the corridor louder than it should have. A nurse at the far end glanced over. I didn’t care. For years I swallowed this. Not today. “How dare you,” I said, my hands shaking now. “How dare you even try to say that word.” She looked stunned for a second, not hurt. Just shocked that I had raised my voice. “You are screaming at your own mother,” she said coldly. “And you are insulting my son.” Daniel appeared out of nowhere, stepping between us slightly. “Reid, calm down,” he muttered, placing a hand on my back. But I was fuming. “Calm down?” I laughed harshly. “Did you hear what she was about to say?” “Reid,” Daniel tried again, quieter. My mother turned toward him dramatically. “Daniel, my son,” she said, gesturing toward me. “Are you seeing this? Your brother has lost his mind. Screaming at his own mother. For a child that isn’t even...” “Mom,” Danie
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