From day one mum was probably the one with the power and strength. Dad was a wimp and a sap. I was a young girl, and i saw my own mother do something shocking. She killed Dad! She must of poisoned him. I came back from my mates and peeked through the door. I saw my own mother watch my father die right infront of me. He gagged and chocked, he eventually turned blue and collpased to the floor. Mum had so much courage and strength, i wanted to have that braveness aswell. Mum told me that he died from choking but i knew what she really did. I read the life insurance policy and was fascinated by how much money she was gonna get. I could do this. Mum always thought i was weak. Oh how she was wrong. I told her i saw what she did and that she would do everything i say or i would tell someone. I loved having power over that stuck up cow. Blackmailing her was great, she deserved it. She eventually got herself sectioned the poor cow. It comes to show that she didn't have that extra dose of strength like me. I was taken into care. I didn't want to let go of this power and strength. I loved it. I'm gonna get out there and take my chances and be nasty if i have to. If my soppy old mother can do it so can i.
