His name was Gawd, the name given to him by a drunken, miserable, abusive man who claimed to be the father of the unwanted child. But he thrived despite his wretched birth, and watched as a succession of fathers came to bed with his mother, who had once been young and beautiful, but was now old and hard and who fell into tearful depression whenever she had a couple of drinks — and that was often.
She was a weak woman, and Gawd watched as she bowed low to each of her lovers. But she truly loved only the boy, even though he was nothing more than a pill missed through drunken unconsciousness, and tried to nurture him as best she could, and to protect him from the beatings that seemed to come his way regardless who might be the father. And he loved her for it, and tried to help her in her difficulties, so that the mother and son grew close together.
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