The Last Meeting

It was strange to stand in that unfamiliar park and wait for her after all these years of negligence. I knew that she called me just because she had something to benefit from me – probably money again.

When she finally came, we sat on a bench and she put a strange bag between us. I felt as though she was rather disgusted and unpleased by seeing me and sitting by my side.

She took off her ugly, huge sunglasses and put them in her dirty coat. Her dirty and cheap outfit said more than enough about her current condition.

We did not look in each other’s eyes – we kept staring at the crowds in the park. Little children were chasing each other and the parents were busy creating gossip.

A newborn was loudly crying somewhere near and we could hear his mother’s begging, “Please… Stop crying… What is it that you want, dear?...”

I looked at my mother and couldn’t keep my eyes focused on her longer than a moment. I looked away at the ugly, mistreated bag.

I bit my lower lip to keep tears from coming out of my eyes – it was more than sad to admit that I looked exactly like the person I was most ashamed of. I’ve inherited her little lips, her wavy russet hair and even her little, pointed nose. The only thing that distinguished us was the scar on my cheek she gave me when I was just a child.

I closed my eyes tightly to get rid of the image and suddenly heard a loud scream. I was absolutely sure that it was the woman that was begging her newborn to calm down.

I jumped up and was shocked to see my mother aggressively holding the yelling newborn and pointing a gun to its head. The ugly bag, now empty, was lying on the ground beside the knocked out woman.

“Killin’ ya won’t give me the satisfaction!,” my mother yelled. “It won’t give me the pleasure! I wanna to kill ya from inside! I wanna make ya suffer by knowin’ that ya were the reason an innocent kid died!” Then I heard the dreaded bang and then another one… Taking an innocent soul and an evil one away from this life… keeping me forever in hell.