By October 29, 2019 No Comments

“My..my… inhaler”
Father stuttered from the floor.
I watched my father without any aota of pity as he coughed and wheezed, struggling for air.

Stepmother scoured every nook and cranny looking for his inhaler but to no avail. She was wasting her time.
What she sought for was right in my pocket beside the poison I added to father’s dinner.

I knelt beside him and brought out the inhaler.
“You’ve always starved me of food, freedom and happiness but tonight I’ll starve you of air. Now, you’ll understand what it feels like to be deprived of basic necessities.


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