It hurts to see another person's life reality being played on stage before me, like a theatrical play. And it hurts more to know that she has turned a brat, a monster, from such a sweet and adorable little girl she used to be.
Or maybe, I'm just boastful. Maybe I didn't know her well when I was little. But I do have some faint memory of what she used to be, and to be told a story as awful as this, it shatters every image of the child she used to portray.
It is hard to bring up a child. Even harder to be a mother to a child you never gave birth to. A child given to you when she was nine, whose birth mother left in pursuit of greater material wealth. And sixteen years it has been, with that little girl in your house, under your care.
Until one day, they say, love changes someone. And so it did. Ever since the little girl got big and got a boyfriend, she morphed into another creature. Hideous, none more apt to describe, for hideous wasn't her face but her character. Beneath that adorable face lies a serpent - cold blooded creature, with no sense of gratitude whatsoever.
And so she is - a serpent. For sixteen years she was showered unconditional love, even after the death of her father, the old lady was the one with her through her adolescent years. Imagine what that old lady had to go through, when all she heard was yelling from the other side of the phone "I say not going back means not going back! Who are you to care you're not even my mom!". Mind you, it's freaking 3am.
May I not see that brat every again, because when I do, I'll be sure to give her a piece of my mind in the harsh way. And may her marriage... well, it's always not good to curse, so I shall save it.
