"Asherah, you're not living for a man's pleasure. You weren't born to be a slave."
"I promise." I held her hand on my face as I wept, not minding the painful tears I shed, I just sat there, staring as she was slowly being taken away from me.
Those were the last words my mother had told me. No, it wasn't an "I love you". It wasn't to take care. It wasn't to live my life to the fullest. It wasn't to be strong. It wasn't to be happy, nor to stop doing things I liked just because she was gone.
That was it. Those were her last words. Her last wish. And yet, I never fulfilled my promise.
Mom, are you disappointed in me up there? I'm sorry...
I mean, it was mainly your fault.
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Us Against The World (Epistolary)
Mystery / Thriller[ COMPLETED ] an epistolary. "You're not living for a man's pleasure. You weren't born to be a slave." Disclaimer: This book has a different writing style and genre than all my other ones. It won't be for everyone, but I appreciate you taking the ti...
