Warning: This chapter contains some sensitive content like emotional and sexual trauma that may not be suitable for some readers. If you are easily triggered, please refrain. You have been warned. 

My eyes flip open at once at the first light in the morning, I gasp for air with my heart in my stomach and eyes wide open. As if I was drowning and then snapped out of water. It was a sudden, mechanical awakening. But I didn’t mind, really.

“Mommy Amber!” The sweet  Angela comes running at me as soon as I open the front door. Tighten her little arms around my legs then look up at me with her big brown eyes. I used to have that kind of eyes too, shining, trusting, loving. God! How can my monster breed such an angelic child?“May peace be upon thee, Mommy.” She babbles with distorted words that sound more like ‘ma-pi-bi-pon-ti! ma-mi’. She still can’t pronounce the words correctly yet, especially with those ‘r’, ‘t’, and ‘c’. Yes… It’s difficult to understand her sometimes, but it's very easy to tolerate one’s flaws if they have such angelic appearance. I even think