Chapter 10

Monday morning. Every week, Amara would visit the Mother of Mercy Psychiatric Ward. She's been doing it for sixteen long years. Yet, she never missed even one Monday. It became a routine in her life that she can never break.

One of the orderlies brought her to the garden. There she saw an old woman, rocking back and forth. Her blank stare never faltered, and she quietly murmurs. Amara smiled. Her mother has been in that kind of state for sixteen years. She never recovered.

-Flashback-

The six-year-old Amara woke up with the sound of breaking glasses and her mother's cries. In her young and innocent mind, her mother deserved to be punished. That's what she always says, if you do something terrible, you will be punished.

It's almost sunrise, and her mother was supposed to go to the wet market. They own a small meat stall where they get their everyday expenses. Her mother would spend most of the day there and comes home at night.

Sometimes, she would