My Daughter Turned Into My Son

I was picking up my daughter from kindergarten when a little boy suddenly ran over and hugged me. “Mommy! How come you’re picking me up today?” he asked. “Are you free today?” I looked at the unfamiliar boy in confusion and said, “Little guy, you must be mistaken. I’m not your mom. I’m here to pick up my daughter, Mia.” However, the teacher and other parents were all adamant that this boy was my son. Even my husband said we only had one child, which was a son, not a daughter. I refused to believe this, so I got a paternity test. The results revealed that the boy was truly my biological son. Yet, deep down, I knew I only had a daughter. Everyone thought I had lost my mind. It was not until eighteen years later that I found a Barbie doll hidden under the bed.