THE PSYCHOPATH BABY BOY

Happy Birthday Mom's

All life does not start from a book or a teacher.

Rava sat in a chair, staring at Quenby's sleeping face after a long day of work. His hands stretched out confirming his hair that was blocking his face.

When she was satisfied, she looked at the mother's face. Rafa got up from the chair and placed a piece of paper in Quenby's palm.

"Sleep well, even if you've never been happy in your world. At least you can still feel happy even in a dream." Rafa Mumbled.

After that he left Quenby's room, and just like last night, Rafa was never at his house.

Quenby woke up, his eyes open. He felt Rafa's presence next to him and then he got up and sat on the bed. His eyes stared at the piece of paper lying on the bed and picked it up and read the writing.

...Moms.....

Is it your sleep tonight? or do you find your happiness in dreams?

Moms..

Do you know that? I'm glad to see you're asleep, you know why Mom?

While you sleep, you stop talking.

While sleeping you stop scolding me.

When you sleep you stop insulting me as if I wasn't your flesh and blood.

Moms..

How many words you say hurt my heart.

No matter how much you hated and never considered my existence, never appreciated my every effort.

I still love you, like the air that always gives life to all living things.

Moms..

Do you know how deep you've cut the wound in my heart?

Each word is more than a knife incision in each vein. Sick Mom.so sick..

Moms..

I can still stand it when the world doesn't accept me.

I can still hold my head up when they say I'm an illegitimate child.

I can still walk and look to the future when they belittle me, demean me, excommunicate me and even think me crazy.

Moms..

One sentence from your lips, it really makes me unable to lift my own head.

But Mom, after all, I still love you.

Because what's Mom?

Even though you weren't there when I fell, not even your shoulder was there when I cried, not even when I first saw the world.

I still respect and love you with the reluctance of my soul and body, even I can change my life for your happiness.

It was you who gave birth to me, letting me understand the meaning of life. Introducing me to pain.

Moms..

I never blame you.I never understand, everything happens because of situations that do not match reality.

Maybe you're upset too, maybe you don't want this either.I understand mom.

Thank you for the life and the hurt you have caused. Thank you for the love you have given me. No words can represent anything other than.

Momy's happy birthday..I Love you so much.

Sunday 11 July 2021

Rafa Giovany's

Quenby folded the letter, his tears rushing down his cheeks. His face looked up at the sky of the room. Both hands squeezed the bed sheet with all their might.

"Aaaakkhhh!" strangler

"I'm not a good mother, I'm not a good mother." Quenby said slowly.

Then Quenby got off the top of the bed, ran towards the door to look for Rafa. But as he opened the door, he saw a candle lit all the way.

"Rafa." he said softly as he sobbed, his feet continued to step watching the brightly colored candle.

On each rung of the stairs he also found the same candle burning brightly, until the last rung. His steps came to a halt, staring at the birthday cake on the table with the number 27 candle.

"Rapid.."

"Mommy's happy birthday!!" rafa suddenly appeared under the table. With a hat made of paper.

"Rapha!"

Quenby ran and hugged her body tightly. "I won't apologize to you again, won't. But I'll show you, if I really mean sorry." Quenby said, crying in Rafa's arms.

Rafa only smiled, a smile that was difficult to understand. Only Rafa knew what that smile was for, and why he was smiling.