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Mother's Little Witch
The severely malnourished child was on the verge of death. The child's name is Matsuri. She looked around to find the usual sight of her mother smoking and staring into the abyss with her dead, lifeless eyes.
"Matsuri changed mother, it's her fault" the child thought to herself. Reminiscing the memories of few years ago when her mother was still working and had a smile on her face, even if forced.
Mother was in high school when she got pregnant. At the time the importance of safe intercourse was not taught in schools, even the topic was considered to be taboo amongst many. Amidst the ignorance and the passion of two high schoolers wanting to become an adult, I was born.
The father? I don't know anything about. Mother says that he denied all claims and declared to have nothing to do with me. Mother rebuted, but father had power. Words that come out from a person with clout have more weight and trust factor than a random girl. Mother's family also didn't persue the case, to them social standing and image was more important than justice.
Mother was abandoned, with only me crying in her arms.
She ran away at 18, unable to bear the opressing air at home, she spread her wings and flew away to freedom.
She got the job of a maid in a rich household. Her life started becoming steady, she even got me into kindergarden. Mother was now smiling.
On the ocassions of parent meet, I always wondered why everyone were bringing two people with them while I was only bringing one. Something was not normal. So I asked mother, again, again, again, again and again and again.....and again... that's when it started.
Mother was not an angel, her hatred for that father was not gone. Everytime I asked, her expression became worse and worse.
I turned 10, my face started looking more like that father she despised. She started seeing him in me, her warm eyes started looking at me with cold hatred. Unable to bear the look mother gave me, I turned my anger towards my classmates. I threw stuff at them, stuck gum to their hair, pushed them down at every chance I got. It made me unusually satisfied, what was this feeling? I wanted more of it.
Mother's journey to principal's office became frequent, her smile was now forced. Things kept going like this for 2 more years. I turned 12 and mother snapped, "If I knew about abortion....I would have gladly had it done. All my dreams gone, all my ambitions gone, now here I am stuck with you while working as a mere maid. Both of you ruined my life"
Mother was depressed, she didn't want to be around me, I was the source of her agony. I finally understood it all.
I was a mistake.
Without me mother would be happy again.
Mother can be happy again.
A smile blew on my face from the bottom of my heart. I stood up and walked towards mother, the ash from the cigarette falling on the rusty floor, the smoke filling the damp air.
With her lifeless eyes she looked towards me, her eyes became wide as she saw the knife in my hand.
The pointy end facing my belly.
If I am gone, mother will be happy. I wasn't supposed to exist.
"Witch....."
she mumbled with her shaky, fearfull voice.
My arms moved and with the a bright smile I pushed the knife.
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"Matsuri changed mother, it's her fault" the child thought to herself. Reminiscing the memories of few years ago when her mother was still working and had a smile on her face, even if forced.
Mother was in high school when she got pregnant. At the time the importance of safe intercourse was not taught in schools, even the topic was considered to be taboo amongst many. Amidst the ignorance and the passion of two high schoolers wanting to become an adult, I was born.
The father? I don't know anything about. Mother says that he denied all claims and declared to have nothing to do with me. Mother rebuted, but father had power. Words that come out from a person with clout have more weight and trust factor than a random girl. Mother's family also didn't persue the case, to them social standing and image was more important than justice.
Mother was abandoned, with only me crying in her arms.
She ran away at 18, unable to bear the opressing air at home, she spread her wings and flew away to freedom.
She got the job of a maid in a rich household. Her life started becoming steady, she even got me into kindergarden. Mother was now smiling.
On the ocassions of parent meet, I always wondered why everyone were bringing two people with them while I was only bringing one. Something was not normal. So I asked mother, again, again, again, again and again and again.....and again... that's when it started.
Mother was not an angel, her hatred for that father was not gone. Everytime I asked, her expression became worse and worse.
I turned 10, my face started looking more like that father she despised. She started seeing him in me, her warm eyes started looking at me with cold hatred. Unable to bear the look mother gave me, I turned my anger towards my classmates. I threw stuff at them, stuck gum to their hair, pushed them down at every chance I got. It made me unusually satisfied, what was this feeling? I wanted more of it.
Mother's journey to principal's office became frequent, her smile was now forced. Things kept going like this for 2 more years. I turned 12 and mother snapped, "If I knew about abortion....I would have gladly had it done. All my dreams gone, all my ambitions gone, now here I am stuck with you while working as a mere maid. Both of you ruined my life"
Mother was depressed, she didn't want to be around me, I was the source of her agony. I finally understood it all.
I was a mistake.
Without me mother would be happy again.
Mother can be happy again.
A smile blew on my face from the bottom of my heart. I stood up and walked towards mother, the ash from the cigarette falling on the rusty floor, the smoke filling the damp air.
With her lifeless eyes she looked towards me, her eyes became wide as she saw the knife in my hand.
The pointy end facing my belly.
If I am gone, mother will be happy. I wasn't supposed to exist.
"Witch....."
she mumbled with her shaky, fearfull voice.
My arms moved and with the a bright smile I pushed the knife.
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