It was dark. I was alone and nobody’s here to accompany me. “Mommy, please no. I’m begging you, please don’t do this to me.” Six months ago, I was just there. In the place where I used to be. I thought it was the safest place a child like me could stay and play but I was wrong. During my first three weeks of stay there, I felt glad for the place that I was into was warm and tranquil. The affection was overflowing because the woman who accommodated me cared for me and loved me-she fed me with nutritious foods and gave me delicious beverages. I could feel the happiness that she felt that very moment I came because she keeps on patting my head and talked to me a lot. The voice that she possesses seemed like a lullaby penetrating into my ears and I could see her widespread smile whenever she talks to me. By that time, I already knew that she will treat me gently and sincerely. Days went by and the woman was still consistent in showing that I was welcome to be a part of her life. In fact, she made a glass of milk and made a customized sweater only just for me. How sweet of her to give such an ample of time for a little creature like me. She made me feel like a princess and in return, I behave and requited the love that she showed me. As time passed by, I found out that the woman who took care of me for the past few weeks was my mother. I was really correct! To be honest, I had an intuition about this already and I confirmed my speculation by the time she called me her child. I was shocked by this blissful revelation which came to the point that I kicked, jumped and somersaulted and to my surprise, mom was hit. Because of that, she always feel nauseous. Mom often go to the restroom and puke there. Oh! How remorseful I was for doing such awful things. Please forgive me for acting that kind of behavior. I will never do it again Mom, I swear. Two weeks passed and mom never ceased to throw up every morning. Seeing her on that conditio