“I-I don’t understand what are you trying to say, Dariel. What did I do? What about me bothered you?” She gulped.
Looking down, my lips quivered, gathering my courage to tell her why I hated kindness in the first place, why I never wanted people to exist.
“My mother. She… was kind too, just like you, forgiving, smiling always. Not once, Saafia shared her sorrow with us…”
An unwanted tear rolled down my cheek followed by an unstoppable sob, freeing the weight I had been carrying as agony for too long.
“If she had, if- if- she had let me know I would have done something but she.. She killed herself… Her wrist was cut, why did she do this to herself? To her children?!”
“What!?”
Gasping, she embraced me quickly, rubbing my back to soothe and the solace it gave was immeasurable.
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