20 - The Morning After

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The sound of a breathing pattern always seemed to comfort me, like the sound of the sea

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The sound of a breathing pattern always seemed to comfort me, like the sound of the sea. The repetitiveness of the inhale and then the exhale; how they go in and then out, out and then in.

Maybe it was because when I was close enough to someone to hear them breathe peacefully, it most likely meant I could trust them.

That happened very rarely. In fact, it happened once before. One time in my life that I was close enough to someone that I heard their breaths steady while I lay next to them. She was my mom.

That was the only time I laid in someone arms and felt at ease and safe with them but I quickly learnt after her murder to not get attached to someone who makes you feel anything that resembles a good feeling because the truth is, they'll be taken away and with them, that feeling.

She was taken away from me and she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve the pain of being killed and most of all, she didn't deserve to have her dignity ripped from her when she was killed in front of her only daughter, me.

But most of all, she didn't deserve to be killed by the person who was supposed to love her most, supposed to protect her and make her happy: her husband and my father.

I've spent many years trying to figure out why. I asked myself over and over again trying to see if there was a reasonable explanation for my fathers cruelness but over time, I had to realise on my own, the only reason he did it was simple.

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