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My mother's name was Vanity. My grandmother and grandfather had named her Vanity because when she was born she was beautiful, even though she has left this earth, and left me, her most beloved child to inherit the family fortune.
I see her sometimes, in my dreams, and in reality. Still beautiful. Still so loving.
She tells me things all the time. I miss her, my mother. My darling mother. She was so beautiful and perfect. I love my mother, and yet I hate her all the same.
Sometimes, I feel happy that she is dead, and sometimes I feel sad. She was such a wonderful woman, she really was, but so full of an anger that I couldn't help her with…. So much hatred, and cruelty in her violet eyes, where as to mine you see a crazy woman.
My mother was strict, very strict. Whatever mother said went.
I believe that she hated men with a passion. My father in particular, that is why she always looked at me with such hatred sometimes.
But momma was momma. In a child's eyes, mother is god.
I love her because she was my mother, and she brought me into this world, and yet I hate her because of Willow, hate her with a passion, for the hell that she put me through. Just because I was in love with a drug-dealers son. Willow, his name was Willow, and he was my number one priority, from the day that I met him. It was love at first sight…..