Last night was a lot. I can’t say that it wasn’t supposed to happen, because it was inevitable to happen that way.
I laid Amina on the couch last night and laid next to her, comforting her until she fell asleep. She cried for hours until her body gave out, succumbing to sleep.
I didn’t get much sleep because I couldn’t help but relive the memories of last night and how violent she was. It reminded me of when I took my father’s life. It’s crazy because I was in her shoes years ago. I understood what she meant by it not bringing her brother back.
For some reason I thought killing my father would avenge my mother’s death, but it didn’t. Even though my father was ruthless and merciless, I still had love for him. I lost both of them that day, and it was something I wasn’t expecting. I th
