Wait a minute, a Son; I kept on hearing ringing within my ears. She had a son; I thought curiously.

All these years I had never heard her said anything about having a son. It's always about her dead beautiful daughter. My mom.

I didn't know why it upset me so badly of hearing that she had a son. She didn’t love me nor ever hold a decent conversation with me, anyway. She's always hitting me or describing me badly.

Suddenly I started to wonder if her son knew about me. If he knew she had me locked away within a cell and was treating me badly.

What if he...