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My child.

I stopped being a child the day you sent me down here to die.

Now I belong to no one but my father.

You’ll always be my baby.

All those years ago,

When you decided I meant nothing to you,

You forfeited the right to call me your anything.

I married the wrong man, I know now,

But you must remember

How distraught we both were

When we lost your father.

I needed a new start for us.

A new start.

Wherein you could end my life

To please that man, your husband.

And get away with it completely.

I would have given anything to protect you.

But I just couldn’t.

Oh god, I’m so sorry.

You can’t know how sorry I-

And I’m grateful for it!

Because you can never know how sorry I was

When he first tied me up and beat me

And did things I bet you wish you would do to you.

Boy, was I sorry every single time I saw him, heard him.

You can’t possibly imagine that, now can you?

Alba, my darling daughter,-

Get out.

Get out right now.

And leave me alone.

I never want to see your face

Or hear your voice ever again.

Just disappear and don’t come back.


This is not what you want.

And who are you to decide you know what I want?

Who are you at all, actually?

Alba, I am your mother for better or for worse.

I know this is not what you want.

No, “Mother”, this isn’t what I want.

This is what I need.

Now get out.

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