Cursed Child No More My Parents Downfall

According to my mother, I was a curse made flesh. She swore the moment I entered this world, I nearly killed her with a hemorrhage so massive it soaked through three sets of sheets. She hated me for it. In the dead of winter, she would leave me outside in nothing but a thin cloth until fever burned through my tiny body like wildfire.

When my father took me to see a doctor, he slipped on black ice and shattered his leg. That accident sealed his belief. I existed for one purpose only—to bring ruin to everyone who came near me. In his rage, he threw me into the pigpen. Let me eat swill.