Every time she gasped for a little more air to speak about the unspeakable, it stung in my heart. Not a pinch. Not a stab. Because the pain of a pinch vanishes within seconds, and the pain of a stab will take me forever to heal, and right now I can nor afford to be indifferent, nor to feel. So, with serenity in my voice, snd a war in my eyes, I asked her: ‘if so much hatred, how did you become the mother of his children?’ -To which she replied, ‘daughter, I asked my mother the same question.’
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