She’s the best woman there is, she’s a caregiver, she’s a friend, she’s a role model, she’s a wife and most importantly she’s a mother.

She’d wake up in the mornings to make breakfast for my father and I. She’d do the laundry leaving the clothes fresh and spotless. She’d take me to school on the brightest and palest of days. She’d take care of us when we were sick. She did all this and never asked for anything in return.

But then she wasn’t well, and everything changed, the brightest days became dark, really dark. She became sick, sick in the head I mean. She started to forget who we were, calling us names from her past, the past she never talks about. Then she started to look like a stranger in addition to acting like one. She shrunk about half in size, the once pretty soul started to look far from it. From there it only got worst. Something had to be done. I had taken matters into my own hands………

“She’s still the best woman in the world. Thank you for everything mom, I’ll always love you” the thoughts flowed through my mind as I pulled the knife out of her throat. You’ll suffer no more mom.