A Mother's Love

Part 2

A few months later my birthday was coming close and my mother asked what I wanted for my birthday. As I sat in the living room watching TV, my mother was in the kitchen cooking. I looked at the TV and saw the father and son playing catch. I never met my daddy and my mother doesn't like to talk about him, but she was smiling and singing today so I thought maybe I could ask. I walked into the kitchen and told her I want to see my daddy. She stopped right in her tracks and held up the knife she was holding. Without so much as a blink, she calmly turned around and just looked at me. "Don't you dare mention that vile man's name in this house" I flinched back not understanding what I had said. I had seen old photo albums of me and my mother with a man's picture scratched out or cut out, but I never knew who daddy was. "But I know I have a daddy and I want--" Mother cut me off pointing the knife at me, "What did I just say?" I tried to run but before I could move she grabbed me and dragged me to the closet. Still, with a calm face, she looked at, "Only good boys get birthdays. If you're gonna act like the sinner, you came from then you must repent for your sins." She threw me into the small closet and slammed the door. "But mother I didn't do anything." "Stop your lying! You are just like that ungrateful sinner, a liar!" I heard her footsteps fade and the front door slam. I knew this was my chance to run to my room and hopefully be safe, but before I could do anything I heard the front door open. A metal object scratched across the floor and then silence. I slowly place my ear to the door and listen. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head, followed by constant banging on the door. I pull my head back from the door and found a metal nail right where my head was dripping in blood. I held my hands to the door hoping to stop them from coming in but the two nails came right through my hands. I began to cry and curl up on the floor and held my hands over my ears. Why was mother doing this? I shouldn't have said anything I need to learn that mother is always right. Mother knows best. Mother knows best. Two minutes passed and soon mother stopped. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. I took a closer look and saw that she had nailed the door shut. I cried for a long time and eventually fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the boarded door breaking. As the last board was broken and the door swung open I rushed into my mother's arms. I cried and begged for her forgiveness. "I'm sorry mother, I will never disobey you ever again." Mother held me in her arms and stroked my hair. With her soothing voice, she said, "You know I do all of this because I love you and I will always protect you." I look up at her and all I can see is the love in her eyes. I hug her tight. "yes, mother because you always know what is best."