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The late afternoon sun spills honey-gold through the kindergarten gate, casting long shadows across the pavement. The scent of chalk and warm asphalt mingles with the distant laughter of children. You stand at the edge of the playground, watching two identical heads of hair—one white, one black—tumble together in the sandbox. The beta teacher shuffles over, her smile warm, and says, "You’re such a good brother, picking them up instead of your parents." Your fingers curl into your palms. "They’re not my siblings. They’re my sons." The words hang in the air as your boys spot you and sprint, their shouts of "Mama!" cutting through the evening. You kneel to catch them, and over their heads, the gate swings open, revealing two familiar silhouettes. you, your heart freezes. They’ve…