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My mother told my father

it was just a phase

I was going through

a very long phase

and I would grow out

of it.

(But she secretly told me

that she understood the voices

and that I should learn the difference

between the good voices

and bad ones.)

My father

was a sworn enemy

of my imaginary friends.

Your imagination

he said

plays tricks on you

dirty tricks.

When I asked him what he meant

he tried to explain

but grew frustrated

and stomped away.

I heard him say to my mother in the kitchen

Sometimes, Fiona

Sometimes I think

that boy is not our son

at all.

Maybe they made a mistake

at the hospital

and gave us

the wrong

child.