I hate how my mother moved the curtains and let the sun rays hit my sleeping face.
I hate how she said, "Good morning, my dear! Breakfast is ready." in front me.
I hate it when she kiss me on my forehead.
And when I go downstairs and saw her preparing our breakfast.
I hate it when she said, "Oh, come here! Sit beside me. Let us eat. " while draging the chair away, beneath the table, for me to sit on.
I hate it when she talks about some stuff beside me while we're eating.
I hate how time pass by and she's still doing stuff she's doing before!
Like nothing ever happened!
I hate how the time found it's way to 8 o'clock in the evening.
Arrghh! I hate how my mother tells me to go to sleep!
I hate how I lie down in my bed while she is covering me with my blanket and singing a lullaby to make me sleep.
I hate how I pretend to be asleep. And as I pretended, I hate how she kissed my forehead and whisper in my ear," I love you, dear. Sweet dreams. "
But I love how she walked to the door, closing it slowly, disappearing through the night.
I know I should be thankful to have such a loving mother but..
I HATE HER!
Night passed by and there she goes again, behind the curtains, saying good morning to me. Auugghh.
And when I go downstairs..
My eyeballs almost escaped from my eye sockets and my mouth hanged open.
I can see her.. preparing our breakfast.
And right above her is her very own corpse hanging from the ceiling.
"I know how much you hated me. So here you go, sweetie. Now we're even. "
She then smiled at me, looking at her dead hanging body.
I couldn't help but smile and ran to her and hug her tight!
Well, she loves me after all.
She loves me even though she killed me before.
All the hate was gone.
I love you, Mom.