It all started when i was little. I was just one and a half years old. I had a wonderful blessed life. My parents loved me. I love them as well. One day I was playing in the kitchen where my mom was cooking the meal. I was a naughty baby so i was playing with the cabinets of the kitchen and the things inside it. I found a bottle inside that has white coloured toffees. I was intrigued and i was curious about it's taste? I wanted to check it but my mother carried me in her arms and then i was taken by her. Another day passed and one day I saw that bottle again. I once saw my mother making a juice. So, I decided to make one for her. I poured down the juice in a glass and then I as i wanted to suprise her with a new taste so i added that toffee in it. I asked my mum to drink it. She did and then she started feeling dizzy and then she yelled, but no one was at home. She asked me what did you add in the juice? I don't know what i did so I started crying. I was there and mother was crying in front of me. Later she became silent. I talked to her, but she did not respond. Hours passed and then in the evening my father came home. He became confused at what happened and then she came close to my mother. He checked her vital nerves and then became sad and tensed. He came near me and asked what had happened? I don't know how to reply. I was astonished. My mother was dead. Others were saying that she is sleeping and will never wake up. I wanted to run away but i can't. I killed my mother because i added the medicine that is used to kill mice in her drink. Years after years that day and that feeling never left me. I was haunted in my dreams and I am still blaming myself. My father never blaimed me and he asked me to forget all what happened and he still thinks that I don't remember that day, but i do. I remember all that story and that my mother was on the verge of giving me a younger sibling, but I killed her...

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