by Maja Flensberg
My childhood came to an abrupt end the day my father admitted to me that he in fact wasn't the world's strongest man. He stroked my hair and told me that he hadn't ever been a cowboy or a magician in a circus. I looked at him, as my eyes filled with tears. Disappointment overwhelmed me, so I ran from him. I had worshiped and trusted him so blindly. At that moment I became aware, for the first time, of the strong resemblance between him and human beings.
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