My mother....... She was one of a kind - kind, smart, strong, courageous, loving and many more..... but she was not trustworthy.
I knew that but still I believed her I knew that she wouldn't hurt me, never, but that day.
I don't remember much, but from what I do, it was a rainy day and she was running while holding me in her arms, she was scared, I remember just staring at her, confused, but she didn't spare a glance at me, not once.
She ran and ran a 100 miles maybe 200, until she stopped at an old building, she give me to someone and said
"I do love you but I have to leave, I'm not sorry and I will never be, bye", then she went and I never saw her again.
I was just four back then.
Apart from that memory, I don't remember much from my childhood other than being in my room and looking at the neighbour kids play outside with their father and mother and cousin and friends.
