My mother has always been a great cook, Everyday she would cook the nicest meals, we would sit down have conversations about our days, it was nice for a while in-till she stopped showing up to the table, I didn't bother even asking where she was anymore because she just wouldn't tell me and always avoided the question, one day she actually came back to table with food, it looked a bit uncooked this time and the blood was still in it, my mom looked tired and a little insane, i moved my food around not wanting to eat it for obvious reasons, and then.... i found what looked like the tip of a human finger, "mom what's this?" I asked
And she just looked down at the table and smiled and continued eating, I was confused did she cut her hand while cooking? Yea that has to be it right? After sneakily giving most of the food to the dog I heard a loud knock on the door, I got up to answer it but my mother grabbed me and shoved me in a wardrobe and told me to be quiet, she then put the food away quickly and opened the door, "ma'am your under arrest for the suspicion of murder and cannibalism."
I was shocked
I screamed and kicked the wardrobe open
The police took me to my grandmothers house the next day and I've lived the rest of my life like my mother didn't even exist.. but I will never forget how I was eating human meat for most of my life.
