You were born in poverty with a very strange mother, although you never lacked her love, she sometimes left you alone with the bad boys who beat you for no reason. That's why, many times you came home with bruises or bleeding. It was when your mother took the opportunity to taste a little of your blood, it was strange, it's as if she loved yours since you were her son.

You were already 16 years old, your life had improved but it hadn't gotten worse either, right? Well, one day, the boys in your neighborhood beat you up until you were left with a broken arm and too injured. You were on your futon all day, waiting for your mother to come help you with your wounds. Once your mother arrived, she knelt beside you while holding your healthy arm, thinking if she handed your wounds and smiled at you in such a strange way.

"Ohh, son, I told you not to make them angry," She said while letting out a giggle.