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My name is Patton Heart, this is the story of how I died.
Let me back track. The Heart family was an interesting family. It was me, my sibling Danny, and my Mom and my Dad.
My Dad was never really around during my childhood and all throughout my adolescence. My Mom however was very active and shaped the man I became. She was the type of mom that fixed everything with baked goods and motivational speeches. She was the type of mom that kicked sadness in the face and pushed anxiety to the deep corners of your mind never to be heard from in her presence. She radiated calmness unlike I’ve ever seen and pureness of a true angle. Yup that was my mom, dear old Gracie Heart.
Danny is three years younger than me. Their given name was named after my father. If Danny had been born a boy it would have been Paul, but Danny was born a girl so they were named Pauletta. Danny absolutely hated that name and with great reason as Dad was never there. More or less around the time they were eight they took on the name, Danny. And thirteen when they came out to me and Mom that they were non-binary. I came to love and support my siblings just as they loved and supported me when I came out as gay.
My entire family has brown hair and blue eyes. My mom had more green eyes then blue but they were so close to blue then green that no one really paid attention. Both Danny and I had curly brown hair, Danny’s a little curlier than mine as it frizzed like crazy around their face. Mine was more like ringlets that sort of made me seem taller than I actually was.
Now I wouldn’t say I’m short, I consider myself a man of medium height although I’ve never done the math to fully check. My Mom had straight hair, she said we got the curls from my Dad that’s why Danny also really hated their hair and would constantly dye it different colors. I hadn’t a problem with my curls, though at times they were quite difficult to manage. Mom says I look like a mirror image of my father. Still to this day I’m not sure how to respond to that.
I’ve never met my Dad. All I know is that he never bothered to show up. Danny believes that he never knew of our existence in the first place. Personally I find it hard to believe that, because he must have come back for Mom after three years or Danny wouldn’t have existed. According to my Mom we both have glasses and brown curly hair and blue eyes. However unlike my father and like my Mom I have freckles on my cheeks and on my arms. Danny didn’t inherit the freckles to their disappointment.