T R I C I A
No one prepared me for the satisfaction and healing I would get from finally watching my mother die, knowing I was the one that took her last breath and the reason she was dead.
She had no clue about her fate. I made sure to sneak up on her and slit her throat and stabbed her before she could even realize it.
The fear in her eyes was priceless.
The pain.
The realization that her daughter, the person she had despised for so long, was the one that would be the end of her.
That was the moment she knew that she would die.
The moment when she saw her reflection in the mirror. The moment she knew that her daughter had won.
The moment she realized she was going to die.
I could almost hear the cogs turning in her mind, her brain trying to process what was happening.
It was a
