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Preface.

   Why can’t you be more like your brother? I hate you Joseph, I really hate you. I hope you die!’ the silence filled the small room like the shadow from their grave shapes in the sunset. The salty liquid ran along his red slapped cheek while the air began to thicken into grief. Her regrets brought tires to her eyes. She swallowed her own words and felt ashamed of herself. Almost like a reflexes she wanted to hug her crying son, holding him in her secured arms while she should stroke her soft fingernails through his ebony blond hair and kiss him on his reddish face " a mother should never say that she hates her own child " but instead to follow her instincts she leaved the kitchen and left Joseph all alone in the dark space, in his own imagined hell.

Author's Note

Novel in progress.