ElaraMy mother kept begging, oblivious to the fact that she was making him want to kill her. I watched her drama, her weeping, her desperate, pathetic display, and for some reason, it started to grate on my nerves. It was annoying me. Her "goodness" had gotten us here, and now her "sacrifice" was just making the situation worse."Pull yourself together!" I snapped at her.My mother sprang up, her eyes wide, looking at me like I’d just slapped her.“What are you even doing?”"Why are you crying?" I asked her, my voice hard. "What are you trying to do by offering yourself? You think he wants you?"Mother stayed frozen, her mouth agape."The only reason we are in this situation is because of your personal obsession," I continued, the words coming out in a cold, sharp rush. "Your obsession with being a 'good person.' Your obsession with that woman in labor."My mother’s eyes went even wider."Father would still be alive if you had just listened to him," I said, leaning toward her. "But h
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