Killing my mother was rather easy to do. I have seen many murders around the place where I live and learnt a few things.
One night, when my mother was in her room, I went inside with a knife in my hand.
She was sleeping and I sat on top of her. She felt some weight on her body so she opened her eyes.
But she saw nothing as she was blind but she certainly felt something was wrong.
I had the knife on my hand and well, her reaction was the same as someone whose life was threatened.
She shivered as if she could actually see my face. Why was she scared though? I was freeing her from her suffering. My father won't love her again. That time would never come again. Her love life was over a while back.
I couldn't bear to watch her getting wrecked by my father, I loved her too much. Any parental love I received was from her alone. So it's only natural I would want to help her.
