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You were asleep, and dreaming. Normally, this was a welcome respite. Yet tonight, somebody had decided to ruin it.
<span class="mu-i">“I love you, Anya.”</span>
Your mother. Her voice. After so many years, it was clearer now than so many other people you would rather remember the sound of.
It was <span class="mu-i">infuriating</span>.
<span class="mu-i">“My entire life was failure after failure. Until you were born. Until your sister. If my life had any purpose, it was for the two of you.”</span>
This dream was a lie. Something your imagination came up with to comfort you. It wouldn’t work. You knew the truth of this woman. She went through existence in a drug addled haze.
“You want me to thank you for the only thing you gave me?” You demanded, “Eat shit! That wasn’t worth a damn thing ‘til after your worthless corpse was nothing but more dust on the wind!”
<span class="mu-i">“I am so, so proud of you, my daughter. I wish so badly, that I could have seen you now.”</span>
“I never want to see you ever again! Now rot in hell, or wherever they send useless, pathetic, irresponsible <span class="mu-i">whores!</span>”
A gentle smile on her face that you never, ever saw on her in life. <span class="mu-i">“I am sorry. I am as sorry as I am proud, my sweet baby. My gift that I never knew how much I wanted…”</span>
<span class="mu-i">Shut your whore mouth...!</span> You moved to punch her in her face, that face that looked so much like yours…but your arms were limp, and without the strength to even rise in anger…weak, and worthless…
