Her mother had been a kind woman, always caring, never doubting. When she had first learned to ride a bike, and fell off and scraped her knee, her mother was there to comfort her. When her first boyfriend dumped her, her mother told her that there was other fish in the sea.
Lately though, things had been tense. She had gotten a disappointing report card, and she was grounded. She came from school early for getting in a fight, she was yelled at.
One night in particular, she came home drunk. Tired of all the fighting she wanted to rationalize with her mother. Instead, she picked up a butcher's knife.
The tears streamed down her face as she looked upon the unmoving body lying on the floor...