PIGLET
I was born with one hand and one pig's trotter. One regular hand, all the trimmings. And one trotter with three long thick fingers, no fingernails. They called me "Piglet." I grew up. I was a happy toddler. Sadness entered my world around preschool. The other children didn't know the difference but the teachers did. Later everybody knew. "Listen, Piglet…
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