A Mother For My Son

and next to it is a beautiful heart-shaped locket adorned with small diamonds forming a "K." I hand him the chain, he takes it, and

id anything else," he demands urge

father and see him nodding, "well, I think that's all, now I must go." Without looking back, I run through a small alley, hearing

athe, but it's impossible, and I feel m

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top staring until she vanished from my sight. I was captivated by her beauty and felt the need to have her

in her arms flooded me with a hatred I had never felt in all these years. But when I realized she was actu

o through her belongings. I find her cellphone and unlock it by taking her hand. I see a video she recorded this afternoon and witness everything that happened with Katherina's death. This woman was foo

n and take her to her room. When I lay her down on the bed, I see she's about to wake up, so I ask them to cover her face again with a damp cloth.

e she was with him. I pick him up, and he starts crying, looking for his mother. But how do you explain to a six-month-old baby that his mother is dead? Pietro, my right-hand man, suggests I l

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my eyes too much, making it hard to focus. I look around but can't remember how I got here. I only remember running,

nd? I go down the stairs and see a huge wooden door in front of me. I run out, but stop abruptly when I see in the garden about twenty armed men. But since th

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notice the tremor in my voice, "I hope the baby is okay." I don't wait for him to say a

ing me, so I decide to tur

nd see they've closed the other side too, with an infinite number of men making it impossible for me to escape them. Without realizing

I can and hit his muscular back with my small fists. We enter his property

" I shout and hit him in the kidneys; I feel the air leave him, and t

him, he'll give one back," one of his men replies, and I suppo

pain, but mostly of anger. When I stop hitting him, we enter the room I left a moment ago, and he throws me onto the bed. I quickly move away

. When I wake up, I'm lying on the bed, and it's already late, but what really wakes me up are little hands touching my face. When I see the owner of that little body, I realize it's yesterday's bab