Self-defence
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Woke up with my mother's stare, a knife in her hand—
the knife i have long been keeping inside my drawer.
"Why do you have this? were you always planning to kill yourself? " she asks.
"No, mom. That's not exactly it," I said as I snatched the knife from her hands and continued,
"I was keeping this for self-defense."
A crease formed across my mother's forehead— confused.
"For what?" she inquires.
"In case my self tries to harm me, I'm going to kill her, " I said.
