" Why do you hate me?"
I once asked my mum that .
" I don't. I love you. You are what kept me going. My life started when you were born. I remember cradling you in my arms. I swore I'll never let you go into that big world. I swore to myself that I wouldn't let this world steal all your innocence. I wanted to kill myself before I had you, I don't know whether to hate your father for leaving me or love him for the happy outcome. You are special. Don't ever forget that."
And I never did.
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