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  Some nights I sat there thinking, wondering how come this young man ever had access to the vaccine. It saved many lives, it helped save us, but why wasn't this done any sooner. My mind circled around this question more times than I could count sheep to fall asleep too. Oh dearie I never even seen a single scar on that boys body, he can be run over by a tractor, accidentally fall off the edge, get shot by a bullet because there was a man infected right behind him and he'd say nothing.

  As a person Malfonz isn't well liked, people throw rocks, call him names and I just have to ask sometimes why do they hate you so much dearie and he just responds with "nothin maa". I ask him multiple times you should go to the doctors, I even take him by force sometimes, the needle breaks before cutting in, he doesn't feel pain nor get ticklish, as if his body had no pain receptors of their own.

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  I have my usual meetings with my friends on saturdays, we sit around the house drinking coffee playing cards, sometimes even poker ... my stone face beats all of my friends stone faces I tell you. They used to call me stone face Annie when I was younger now all my kids just call me maa, paa or grangran. A man came running in with a knife, asking for food as if he knew who I was before I could introduce myself. He said fork it all over, the food, the coffee (a bit excessive) and then a threat to Malfonz to never show his face near his house again.

  He burned, he stomped and he killed so soo many the man told me. I was shocked, I ponder to that day still, get caught hallucinating and questioning how a nice and mindful young man could be so much of the devils child. I was christian you see, I went to church on sundays, even brining along my kids, Malfonz was always busy those days, I snooped around and I find nothing. I ask him and he tells me nothing. Yet as time passes me by I see people staring, they aren't just throwing stones at him but also at my kids.

  I lay awake questioning who he is some nights, I almost don't see him being my kid anymore, but those nights he hugs me I melt before I can question him any further. Is he really the devils child?

  A letter to myself, read it and add too it- Fin.