I ran away from the room,I wouldn't lie I didn't regret in the slightest bit that I slapped that witch.
What she said reopened old wounds,whenever I fight in school it is always when someone insults of criticised my mother.
And she plainly said 'my mother thought me nothing' like she was half as good his her.
My mum died seven years ago in a motor accident, I blamed myself for it everyday because I was the one who forced her to go out of the house so as to get sweets for me.
I waited and waited expecting her with my sweets,when the door bell finally rung,I ran to the door to get my mum but I met a police man.
He came into the house without saying anything to me,he met with my father who was also coming for the door.
He brought out his phone and showed a picture of a woman covered in blood whom I later realised to be mum.
He said that she was a victim of an hit and run accident and that before they could get their she had already gave up the ghost.
Their and then I became a motherless child,I broke down weeping as I am right now.
I wasn't allowed to see her dad body in real life but the picture I saw taunted my dreams for many nights.
Anywhere I looked I could see mum and only mum I went delusional that dad had to take me to a mental hospital.
I didn't go to school for that whole term because I couldn't focus and couldn't face anybody then.
I had nothing but precious memories not even a picture to look at when am stranded because dad had to throw out all her pictures all because if me so I will not remember her too often.
We wet on a vacation and but the time we got back I was already getting over her death,the I made a resolution to be strong,I vowed that no one will be able to make me weak anymore, u decided to always stand up for anything concerning me.
That's why up till now whenever anybody does anything I feel is wrong towards me I always speak up,I fear nobody but many fear me that's the reputation I have and love to keep.
Only few dares to stand up against me,I never had friends because it is either they are afraid or hate me but I didn't care anyways.
It made me self dependent and a chance to explore my world,even at age eight that mum died,she had taught me many things.
She had taught me his to live on my own,how to stand on my own two feet ,she had taught me a lot and I held her words close to my heart and never let it go.
It has been my guide all my life,her coats ad believes I imitated it all and wanted to be an exact duplicate of my mother,I thought as I wept in the corner of the hallway.