Estranged Daughter

Dear Reader, the only consolation I get is knowing that my abusive mother will get what’s coming to her. In this life, or the next one. We all die, the circle of life from dust to dust return. It is inevitable, it will happen and for that reason I no longer wish her death. Everyone’s time will be up one day, and it’s quite common for all of us to ponder death from time to time. I hope that when those thoughts cross my birth giver’s mind, she weakens at the knee’s. I pray her heart beat quickens and moisture beads at her brow. I hope she pushes the thoughts away, to ponder at a different time because it’s too frightening. What ever comes next, I know it will not be kind to her soul. I know that the pain I’ve endured at her hand is but a single grain of sand compared to what is awaiting her. I just hope she knows it too.