The echo of the impact reverberates through my bones. I stay completely still, staring at the ceiling as if it might hold the answers. I try to understand the why behind her words, but I rarely do. I don’t see a concerned mother or a woman who wants her children’s happiness. Quite the opposite. I only see resentment, bitterness, vengeance, and the reflection of arrogance that has been feeding off others’ pain for years — including that of her own children.

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I feel completely overwhelm