My Side of the Story Vol. I

31.) De la Muerte

A mothers love, for me, took some getting used to. The ones I have encountered say they love you, then leave you. The one I was given thought it was ok to poison you, beat you, let a snake try to eat you, abandon you, rob you, and try to incarcerate you. So at the kind age of twenty-five, I found more people to help keep me alive. All thanks to my mama, the one I was introduced to. I know that this time, I can say that my love for my mom is true. She's incredibly sweet, kind and loving. But test her in any way she's not afraid to give her scythe a swing. I love my mom, to my bones and to my very last breath. I fully and completely trust my mom to take me wherever it is I go after death.