The woman was struggling with her strength to silence me.

She was singing lullabies that I had never heard before, actually it was relaxing, but for some reason I didn't stop crying.

When the woman saw me like that, she couldn't take it any longer. She started crying with me, too.

“Sorry son, I'm really sorry. I apologize for giving birth to you. "

My son?

So my mother?

And why would a mother apologize to a child she gave birth to?

The woman stood up. She took a slice of bread from the table next to my bed. What I could see in this baby body was already limited. My bed was a woman who said she was my mother and I saw nothing outside of the table.

She soaked the dry bread with her tongue and spit. She then tried to feed me she. The bread was so dry that I couldn't chew it.

I'm sorry for my mom.

I really felt sorry for that woman who said she was my mother.

So infinite power would always be with me huh I could only smile ...

Everyone was a lie, everyone ...

At that moment, the door opened so hard that the membrane of my ears would burst. My crying, which I couldn't stop anyway, became even more severe.

A burly man that I could see through my tears entered the room where I was with my mother with a whim.

The man had a stick in his right hand and a crochet in his left.

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As soon as my mother saw that man, she hugged me in fear.

The man made the room groan with his loud voice.

"You can't even shut up a baby!"

My mother spoke nervously.

"Please forgive sir, because I don't have milk in this case-"

The man who did not even wait for my mother's word to end, rushed towards us with his strength and hit my mother's head hard with the stick in his right hand.

A minute…

Are these real?

Or is it a joke?

There was blood everywhere. My mother's head was bleeding so much that some of the blood came into my body. Strangely, at that moment my crying stopped.

My mother, hugging me, could not take any longer, she fell from the end of the bed to the floor.

Are you serious?

The man jumped with a fury on my bloody mother. My mother was still. Her eyes were open, but he was trying to whisper something to me, but I didn't understand.

"Scream if you want, damn woman, nobody in this world can hear you."

The man was laughing as he said this. And without any shame.

In this case, don't I have to cry?

Why am I not crying?

Isn't it weird?

My mother couldn't take it any longer.

Her voice gasped.

She was motionless now.

“Damn someone else died. None of these stupid women can stand me. I just hit him in the head with a stick and he died. How weak and despicable… ”

Is it to die?

The man stood up.

He was completely covered with my mother's blood.

He was laughing.

Yes, he was laughing.

He came towards my bed.

His face was also covered in blood. He was looking at me one by one, one at the whip in his left hand.

Again and again and again ...

"I've made up my mind." said the man calmly. This time he was not smiling.

Suddenly he lifted the bloody stick in his right hand and looked into my eyes.

He hit me with the bloody stick he lifted with all his strength.

He struck, struck, and kept hitting again.

Do I feel pain?

No.

I was leaving this world I hated again. On the contrary, I was happy.

And I would go there again.

That was the promise given to me, yes I would lie there and watch the sky.

That was all I expected.

Everywhere got dark again ...

There was a voice coming from within the darkness.

“Sorry, I am very sorry for what you have experienced and what you will experience. Sorry for not keeping my promise, for lying to you. This world you do not love is you, you are this world. "

The voice was stopped.

Darkness gave way to light.

I opened my eyes ...