In the middle of a cold night, my mother knocked at the door of my room. I told her to come inside. She entered the room with a beautiful smile.
"Anak, I'll tell you a short story" She said while smiling.
"Okay, mom" I replied
She sat beside me and began her story.
"Once upon a time, there was a princess who fell inlove with a prince"
I'm excited to hear the story, sounds interesting, hehe.
"They lived together. They're happy with each other and they had a naughty child"
Ows?
"One day, the princess and the prince had an argument"
"The prince got mad to the princess. The princess ran towards the kitchen and when she came back, she has a knife"
"Mom, I'm scared~"
"Shh, finish the story" she said.
"She stabbed the prince, and she saw her child and entered his room" Mom said.
Suddenly, tears rolled down her face.
"M-mom?"
She stared at me and said,
"I'm sorry, my child"
She brought out the knife and stabbed me. The only thing that I heard was my mom saying,
"Anak, I'm the princess. I killed your father, sorry anak"
She was the princess in the story. It's her story–our story.
Mom...why?
