A Mother's Instinct
Written by: Miradeathnote
Prologue
When he was born I couldn't believe that thing came from her womb. He was wrinkly, ugly, and had red hair. He looked like that stupid Italian woman! Nothing like his father! It was disgraceful!
What's worse is then two years later she gave birth again, only this time to yet another red headed child. However he looked a bit like his father, but it still disgusted me. I'm glad that woman died. I'm glad he came to me for help. I'm glad he married me. I'm glad he did everything for me.
What I didn't like were those two Italian boys. They ran around, screaming for hours on end! They broke things (my favorite vase included)! What's worse is now they are mine. I have to take care of the children that belonged to the woman who gave birth to them! Who stole my man away from me! Stupid witch!
Sadly she gave them the most Italian names ever. There names are Lovino and Feliciano Vargas. Her last name. Not mine. HERS!
IT DISGUSTS ME TO LOOK AT THEM! Their stupid laughing faces! Their stupid dancing, singing, and so called art! And those damn curls! She had those damn curls too!
I try to cut them., but every single time, the next day, it'll be right back on their tiny heads. I hate them with all my heart. It's because of them he came back. It's because of them he argued with me. It's because of that one little boy he died.