The Wireless

I've never been one to hate much, but there's one thing that ruined my life. Or rather my mother's. She couldn't take the heat of global warming. The feeling is more like global burning, that turns your hopes and dreams into ashes and dust. But I keep those words to myself. No one likes the fire ball that hangs in the sky, slowly melting our planet away. No one likes the intense heat that burns our food, and plants. No one likes the fire ball that causes disease. No one likes how the disease takes people. I don't like that it took my mother. I hate how it took her. I hate, and hate, and hate.

She always told me not to use that awful word: hate. It's a strong word, that you shouldn't say, because you shouldn't mean it. Well my anger is strong, and raging. Yes father; I hate. I hate everything about my life.

And yes, I truly do mean it this time.