While My Mother Died
My mother had a rare disease. After months of dead ends, I found one person in the country who could treat her.
She told me there was a price. She said she needed a husband.
I agreed. For my mother, I agreed. For six years I was her ATM.
I bought her the bags. I bought her the watches.
It got worse. She used my money to keep a kept man. She brought him into our bed. The day my mother had her last surgery, she walked out of the operating room halfway through to go celebrate her lover's birthday.
The moment they pronounced my mother dead, I decided there and then, she was paying for that with her life.