Mother

She stood there, knife in hand, looking deep into those empty holes that he used to call eyes. Time passed slowly, however, she never reacted to what was happening. People talked, some cried; but she would not move. Where did everything go wrong? When did he stop listening? How did he allow it? Who was to blame?

I can only deduce what she was thinking. Just guess what happened to be able to tell her story, but I will never know for sure what an intricate mystery of fate occurred that night when blood and flesh meant nothing to the mother who murdered her newborn in cold blood.