She shivers in her crib. Her teeth claps incessantly, applauding the cold brisk atmostphere. Her eyes sweat, in a paranoid attempt to find her. Her nose is tensed up with blood rushing to its tip and feeling of harsh wind pricking her throat. Shriving and blue, are her tiny legs that never had a chance lay still on a bland, wet cloth. Her heart pounds like african drums during a sacrifice. Her sight starts to blur as she is being pulled out of her world. Slowly and painfully her blues, greens and pinks mirage to turn white, her white starts to fade and now she is caged in the dark. Now she smiles in silence and say, "Job well done."
She has learned the definition of Hopelessness. The hands of the woman she left her life within just to throw her trust away. Though still alive, this four year old was taught this by her own mother ; leaving her for days to go and do her selfish deeds while her daughter awaits her return. Little did she know, young Anabel just learned the lesson of her lifetime. An event that watered the seed to future wraths, sprouting out of toxic soil, to bloom flowers with venimous nectum. Such a sad faith...could have been avoided by a hint of care. But till this day, grown Anabel whispers...
"Job well done mother," she says..." job well done."
