My Son Was Swapped at Birth

My son hated school, so I gave him a good beating.

He cried and shouted that he wanted to find his real mom. "My mom's name is Natalia! You're not my real mom!"

Natalia was my best friend.

I didn’t get angry. Instead, I smiled and slapped him again.

Later, Natalia’s son died because of her neglect. She came running to me, holding an urn and crying as she apologized. She told me our sons had been switched at birth and now wanted to swap them back.

I showed no trace of sorrow on my face. Smiling, I accepted the urn. "Sure."