Mommy Said

Nina Castro

I stared at the grave.

Lora Castro..

She was depressed…

She was alone..

She was a f*****g psychopath…

I'm glad Dad came when he did.. I'd probably be in the grave next to her..

I didn't hate my mother..

I just didn't understand how times go so hard.. How life got so unbalanced that she wanted to take my life and hers. I was only four years old…

"Nina.." I turned to Clinton.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you come here.. It just upsets you.." He said wiping my cheeks.

"I'm sorry.."

"It's okay.. I mean you're not walking by yourself now.. You know how easily your feet get swollen.." He said grabbing my hand.

"Yeah.. I know.." I said gently rubbing my stomach with my free hand.

"Don't over work yourself.. I don't want my daughter to get jumbled in here." He said rubbing my stomach. I smiled.

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