Wretched mother

I never thought my mother was a cruel person. Not when she took the lives of numerous people, nor when she would expose me to her violence. My mother was a good person.

My father always told me she differed from all other women, or people, that she had her eyes open to the world and understood what it truly was.

Ever since I was a little boy, my mother would always tell me that the world is a cruel place, full of evil people who are ruled by flaws and these flaws often take them over making them commit atrocious actions against each other, once that happens there’s no turning back, that person will always remain corrupted.

Yet mother always used to give them a choice, to redeem themselves before their deaths, so that god may eventually forgive them, and that they wouldn’t have to suffer even more after death.

My mother always said that I was to become the greatest sinner of all, that she must mentor and shape me into a person who would eventually change the world.