I Committed Matricide

I Committed Matricide







One day you’re sitting with your head in your mother’s lap and in the next you’re sitting in a holding cell waiting for the trial of her murder. What happened? What indeed happened? At least in my case, I know what happened. And boy! Did I enjoy killing her! It was only day before yesterday that I had lured my mother into a false sense of happiness. 



I had put my