Sunday, December 03, 2006
Another Blip
"I knelt down and slowly started picking up the pieces of the shattered vase. The roses were already wilting."
Why was she so violent? What had I done? She hated me and always had. Over and over she'd told me that I was the cause of all her miseries. I was worse than all her other eight children put together. She wished I had never been born and she prayed for the day I would be gone.
Only when I flet the prick and saw the blood on my finger did I begin to cry.
"I knelt down and slowly started picking up the pieces of the shattered vase. The roses were already wilting."
Why was she so violent? What had I done? She hated me and always had. Over and over she'd told me that I was the cause of all her miseries. I was worse than all her other eight children put together. She wished I had never been born and she prayed for the day I would be gone.
Only when I flet the prick and saw the blood on my finger did I begin to cry.
