CHAPTER NINETEEN: Die!

I got up from bed and tugged my hair. I couldn’t sleep well. Their smiles and insults haunted me even in my sleep.

I turned on the lamp on my bedside table and I was welcomed by hundreds of certificates hanging on the wall, my certificates. I looked at them one by one reminiscing the bitter-sweet memories of every certificate. The sweet part is having them and the bitter part is mom.

They said all mothers in the world are beautiful and I agree with that. My mother is beautiful but just on the outside. She always bragged my achievements to all her amegas but never told me she was proud of me. She just wanted to take all the credit for herself. She never really appreciated me and she doesn’t have to because according to her I owe my life to her because without her I won’t exist in this world as if I asked for it. She is my mom but was never a mother to me. I would rather die than have him as my mom.

All my life I’ve always dreamed of telling her I don’t owe her anything since I didn’