a quick edit to remove the graycast around the edges and this makes the ultimate desktop wallpaper <| sep |> Then I saw him . He was sitting there , just sitting there . His eyes shining with joy and excitement for such a day for eating . I go to sit by him , for whom is to say who is a child and who is not ? I find myself with cranberry sauce enveloping itself in my shorts , but i do not care . I sit here because I so choose . He was the cutest of the children , like I was at a time . He should be mine . He looks like me , talks like me , and acts like me . His mother begins to laugh in the kitchen , seeming to have miscarved my perfect turkey , a casual mishap for which I won ' t hold against her . However , she has stolen my child , my living , breathing , replicant . He can see it , she can also , and anyone who has eyes can see it . Society has created a barrier between me and my child , a so called kidnapping to which I owe the separation of my child and I . So for now I will wait , for a fateful thanksgiving when he will realize this truth . When he realizes his true mother . When we will be ridden of that witch .