Mother

She wasn’t one for coddling, my mother would say to me and my brother as she’d tilt the candle and let the burning wax fall at the back of our hands.

Forty years later, watching her memories now slowly fade away, I can’t believe how frail she looks. So small, so weak for someone who completely wrecked two innocent lives.

– EntangleDesigns

PS: This is a fictional account.

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    1. Parents too often leave lasting damages and there’s no coming back from that kind of hurt for most people. Sorry to put a downer on your mood. But everybody’s been sharing heart warming stories on mother’s day and the asshole that i am, i wanted to add a shitty one to that cloying pile of sentiments. πŸ˜‹

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  1. A brave piece of writing, not brave because you bared your soul (I’ve read your replies) but brave because of its affects on those have suffered maternal abuse. For they too should be remembered on Mother’s Day.

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    1. Yes, I agree. They too should be remembered, perhaps, even more so than those who are wonderful parents. If only so that we know and learn how difficult a job it is to parent and what an enormous responsibility it truly is. thank you for reading. This one too ended up in the spam folder. WP’s portals keep conspiring against me (she said, shaking a fist in the air!) πŸ˜›

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    1. I am glad you stopped by and read my work. I am sorry it made you feel bad but it’s pure fiction so I hope that helps. Although I know what it feels like and I did use personal perspective but guess I should have added that the story is not real. Again, thanks for reading. πŸ™‚

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