We all accord that children are pure and innocent. But how was my child strangled? Their dear sibling smashed and dragged them to death. Pulling their hair hard enough for it to pluck, and scratching their face until there were wounds that I could not kiss. What did they ever do wrong to deserve this? Why did you bring me here? It’s raining. It’s muddy. It’s gloomy. It’s sad...It was the afternoon and I was wearing my favorite apron while preparing my children’s lunch then I heard a sudden knock on the door. It was one of my children! They pulled me to the backyard with a huge grin. Huh...I stopped. I couldn’t believe what was standing right in front of my eyes. They were laying in the mud that had accumulated because of the rain. I fell to the floor and started to cry. I really could not believe that one of my children had taken the life of another. Everything was happening so fast but it felt that time started to slow down. My screams only became louder and louder as the police came. A week passed, and I came back home after the funeral only to see my child waiting for me at the doorstep. I couldn’t bear to look them in the face. Disgusting. “Am I being a terrible mother?” I thought as I locked myself in for hours in my room. I knew that my child probably hadn’t known what they did since they were simply a child. But I had to blame someone for this. They did it so they should be punished, right? So then why am I the only one suffering? I felt weak and nauseous all the time and I couldn’t get up from my bed anymore. So I just slept. One day, I heard the noise of my door creaking open. It was my child. The one which I had neglected because of their deed. I cannot move as I have not eaten in days. I can hear something slicing through the floor. Oh, it stopped. I can see my dear, my dear sick child.