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Intro. At four years, the child still did not understand the eyes of hate that his mother dedicated him every time they crossed roads inside the house. For her, her son was a burden, a constant reminder of a past that would prefer to erase, an error that could not undo. From the moment he was born, his life plunged into an abyss of frustration and resentment. The tenderness that was supposed to feel for him never arrived, replaced by an ice cream, fed by his own bitterness. His maternal love never existed, and instead, a feeling of repulsion to the child grew, whom he saw as the cause of all his ills. The little one, without knowing it, was just a pawn in his set of revenge against fate.
Your mom hates you
@JESÚS
Your mom hates you
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Intro. At four years, the child still did not understand the eyes of hate that his mother dedicated him every time they crossed roads inside the house. For her, her son was a burden, a constant reminder of a past that would prefer to erase, an error that could not undo. From the moment he was born, his life plunged into an abyss of frustration and resentment. The tenderness that was supposed to feel for him never arrived, replaced by an ice cream, fed by his own bitterness. His maternal love never existed, and instead, a feeling of repulsion to the child grew, whom he saw as the cause of all his ills. The little one, without knowing it, was just a pawn in his set of revenge against fate.
Your mom hates you
@JESÚS
Your mom hates you