1 The Only Hope

I lay in bed beside my sobbing mother.

I knew it is coming.

It is just a matter of time.

My body is dead cold and I try to breath while I am in great pain and drenched in my own sweat.

My eyes.... they are so blurry....hardly see anything....

"My son....Oh my son.....*sobs*"

Oh mother....

Why? Why keep giving it to me, knowing you would die?

She set the cup down and stroke my face.

"My son....*sobs*.... you will find a better place than this....a much better place where you can be accepted and not shunned...I will miss you....very...much...*sobs more*"

She then pick up the cup with shaky hands and dip the spoon in and come out with the deadly liquid in it.

She put it to my mouth.

"I'm doing it for you. Go on home. Good.... bye..."

When she put the spoon in my mouth, I now know that she is trying to save me the only way she could.

Without being locked up with nothing to eat for days. Without being bullied at school because I am a orphan. Without being looked down on by my brothers. Not being abused by my father for my weak character and appearance, even being shamed by being left out in the cold without anything on because those clothes belong to the dead older brother.

Worse....

About to be sold to a rich family by my "uncle" on the day I died, on the day I was supposed to be taken.

This is the only way she can save me. The only hope she had because of her position as a maid and the least ranked.

Sad...

Just sad.

I know what is waiting for her....

I wished that she didn't have to do this.

But, I know she had to.

On the cost of her life, I am saved.

Yet...

I didn't get to thank her...