Unfortunate Souls

Mother of the Year

I walk to my mother's grave, clutching the dead lilies I brought for her. I always hated that woman, and even more after her death. I think back on all the times that cruel woman tortured and tormented me and my father, who lies somewhere unknown, the times she would starve me and my brother, the time she left him to die in the street. Her car running him down when he was just a toddler, I watched my father pick up his lifeless body and take him somewhere only he knew of. When she made us eat uncooked chicken and her manically laughing while father ate my portion too.

The abuse never stopped, my mother would call me crazy for my visions, the visions I would have of her death, that I wished would come soon. It took years after her demise that I somewhat recovered from the trauma.

I sit at her stone and glare at the words "Beloved mother, wife, and daughter". If only they knew.

I place the flowers at the foot of her grave, she doesn't deserve anything more than the flowers she hated. "Hello, Mother." I say to the place she lay, deceased.

"I hope it's hell for you to see me in a good place now, you have no control over me anymore...I'm free, of you, of your torture, of everything. You took everything from me, you took Nathaniel, Father, my childhood, my innocence, and a mother that I deserved. Goodbye, Mother. Rot in hell where you belong"

She left a good fortune, the manor and its servants, the money, the jewelry, her clothes, the cars, the property in Rome, all of it went to me automatically. Nobody was left except me, she pushed everybody away.

I turn away from her resting place, walking down the row of graves toward the entrance not looking back. I walk through the archway of the cemetery's entrance, walking away for the last time, from the only mother I had, that I could never love, but only loathe.