Hope

In just a span of one night, my life turned upside down.

I slept in one of the neighbour's rooms that night, not because I wanted to be apart from my mother.

Despite bleeding from a few open slashes on my body, along with the extreme pain I was feeling, I still want my mom to forgive me.

The adult in me knows things like this shouldn't be avoided. I broke her heart and opened her past wound.

I must try to make her love me again, but as soon as the neighbours managed to calm her explosive rage, she told them not to let me come anywhere near her.

It broke my heart, but what can I do?

I fucked up.

The next morning, I jolted awake, looking about in the unfamiliar room I was allocated the previous night.

The elders spoke to me about being good to my mom after she finally forgives me.

They mentioned that it wasn't easy raising a child by oneself, without family friends or husband, yet she was doing a great job.

Their appreciation of my mom's effort added fuel to the fire. I felt more horrib