“Him or us, Mam.” Silence. Blank stares. Nothing. She just continued to sit by his side, staring vacantly up at me. “I want you to know something,” I managed to say, fighting back the tears that were trying to fill my eyes. “I want you to know that I hate you right now more than I have ever hated him. I want you to know that you are no longer my mother—not that I ever had one of those to begin with.”
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