Hieroglyphs of Ages

1: A Dreadful Beginning 𓃤

Year:1922 Age:13

I remember those days. Those days of my childhood. It was hard.

I am a son of a single mother. She was a great mother, kind, caring, just what a mother should be.

The one thing is...
...well...
We were homeless.
My mother had to leave our only source of income. The hardest decision of her life. She left because of an abusive husband, once was human, and yet no more.
We wander and beg at no prevail, and yet we still.

My mother, with love and care, stayed before me. We were inseparable. Through the dizzyest of rains, she held me so I wouldn't get wet. During snow storms, she would lend me her coat. It was a hard life, but with my mother, it was a good life.

One morning, in the alleyway, I woke up, and she was dead.

"Mama, Mama, be good, be good!" I cried as rivers of tears dropped from my eyes as they were springs of desperation. "Mama,why!!"

I do not know, to this day, what had killed her, maybe pneumonia, who knows, I couldn't afford a doctor, so I could never know. But through all this, I know one thing.

I'M ALONE!

A sad and twisted fate I have. I went to my mother's neck and grabbed her only possession, a tiny, gold colored locket, and within it, a small black and white picture of us.

The past month was the hardest in my life by then. In order to survive, I had to steal. Mostly food, as I was starving and had no employment. Several times, I was beaten by street gangs. Nearly died twice. But all I know, I had no choice.

One day, this dark hole became a bright light.