The day that I was born, I would receive a curse from the gods. I was born from the cries of my mother. While I was born silent.
My eyes wide open but not a sound left my little purple lips. Not a single noise.
As my mother laid there, dying. I could not cry or yet understand.
Even minutes after my birth, I knew who my lovely mother was, because as she laid there; No longer the light of the gods shining on her face. She would be forevermore the most beautiful woman I would ever see in my life.
Yet, others would hate me for this act. All I saw on my beautiful mother's eyes were love. A small smile on her perfect lips.
I was the one who killed the goddess
Of love and beauty.
