Mother always told me she loved me ever since I was little. Mother was my favorite. I loved Mother and her love. But one day Mother came back home, crying and wailing. That day Mother never looked at me with love again. Mother looked at me with a sicken disgusted look. Like if I was a vermin, a pest. I tried to get Mother to love me again but she would always bellow and push me away. I tried giving her presents. I tried giving her love. But she would OVER and OVER decline my attributions. I was sick of it. Could Mother not see that I was trying my hardest for her to love me? She turned into a heartless, intricate wench. How could Mother not love me so? I love you Mother so when are you gonna love me back? I could no longer bear the insufferable years that passed without Mother’s love. And so I thought and thought. The heart is the place where love comes from. That was it! And so with my idea, I went to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife in the rack. Mother was sleeping in her bedroom. This was the perfect time for it! I steadily opened the door to Mother’s room and sneaked up to her bed. And then I counted. One...Two... SLASH! Mother’s warm blood gushed out only to stain the bed where she rested. I cut Mother just until I could see it… Mother’s beautiful love. IT WAS THERE THIS IS WHAT I NEEDED! I grabbed it with my hands, covered in blood. Not that it mattered anyway. The only thing that mattered in the instance was that I had finally gained back Mother’s love. But after I only had realized that I had brought myself with great melancholy. I was alone. Mother would forever be in deep deep spacious slumber. And I would forever be alone with Mother’s love.