"I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters."
"You're a mother, Ma. You're also a monster. But so am I, which is why I can't turn away from you."
*
"You know what? I'm so bored." I was staring at my feet as the Dark Spirits curiously studied my face. The presence of the vicious spirit near me made me nauseous. "I'm so tired of people like you." When I raised my head and looked angrily into the face of the rapist spirit, he was nervously away from me.
"I know you," he said, unable to control the trembling of his voice. As he moved further away from me, he mustered up his courage and pointed his index finger at me. "You are their child." I frowned and wanted to shout no. However, I was never their child. They were never my family.
