My earliest memory started when I was dragged to the depths, never to see the sun.
"I'm doing this for your own good."
"You'll live better there."
"It hurts me more than it hurts you."
I wasn't quite sure what had happened. I simply nodded to the things my mother said at the time. That was the last conversation I had with her.
Before that moment, I went along with everything she said as I knew no better.
No…
That's a lie.
I saw a pitiful woman. Not my mother, just a woman.
She tried her best to act the part but failed at every step. I pretended not to know and acted my part. Just a son who didn't know any better.
But honestly…
A part of me wanted to just leave. But where?
I knew my place in the world. I was weak. The moment I leave her side, I'll die in some forgotten corner of the world.
She tried her best to keep me fed, to make sure I could sleep properly.
As if seeing me enjoying these things fulfilled something in her heart.
But it was cold.
