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    The narrator recalls angering and shouting at her mother when she wanted to go out with friends as a teenager. When she returned home needing money for drugs, she stole money that was meant for her mother's medicine. Upon returning home later, she found her mother had died and her father rejected her, blaming her for her mother's death. Overcome with grief and guilt, she lamented how long she would have to suffer for her mistakes that cost her her mother.

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    The narrator recalls angering and shouting at her mother when she wanted to go out with friends as a teenager. When she returned home needing money for drugs, she stole money that was meant for her mother's medicine. Upon returning home later, she found her mother had died and her father rejected her, blaming her for her mother's death. Overcome with grief and guilt, she lamented how long she would have to suffer for her mistakes that cost her her mother.

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    The narrator recalls angering and shouting at her mother when she wanted to go out with friends as a teenager. When she returned home needing money for drugs, she stole money that was meant for her mother's medicine. Upon returning home later, she found her mother had died and her father rejected her, blaming her for her mother's death. Overcome with grief and guilt, she lamented how long she would have to suffer for her mistakes that cost her her mother.

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    How Long Will I Suffer?

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    The narrator recalls angering and shouting at her mother when she wanted to go out with friends as a teenager. When she returned home needing money for drugs, she stole money that was meant for her mother's medicine. Upon returning home later, she found her mother had died and her father rejected her, blaming her for her mother's death. Overcome with grief and guilt, she lamented how long she would have to suffer for her mistakes that cost her her mother.

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    How Long Will I Suffer?

    “You can’t see your mother’s dead body! You’re a robber! A disobedient
    daughter! You are the very cause of my beloved’s estate. I hate you! I don’t
    need you! Get lost! Go to Hell!”

    “But father please, I want to see my mother. I want to ask forgiveness from
    her. I want to see my mother.”

    I can still remember when I was a student, I like going out with my friends to
    parties; and being a teenager I was always curious and inquisitive with the
    things around me.

    But every time I go with my friends, my mother is always there, asking me


    not to do this or that and I always get angry with her meddling. One night,
    while I was dressed and waiting for my friends to pick me up, my mother
    asked me where I was going, and she pleaded for me to stay home. But I
    shouted at her angrily. “You aging sickly woman! Get out of my way! You
    always meddle with my affairs. Maybe, I am not your real daughter, that’s
    why you don’t allow me to go out with my friends and be happy with them.”
    Then I pushed her out of my way, turned my back on her and left her crying.

    When I came back, I was terribly trembling, sweating and thirsty. “I need to
    have an injection. I must be injected with drugs. But how? I don’t even have a
    single centavo left? Oh, I remember, there’s some money for my mother’s
    medicine on the shelf.” I have taken it and hurriedly went out of the house
    without paying attention to my mother’s calls because she could hardly get
    up to follow me out. How happy was I then.

    One evening, when I went home- when I was still 30 meters away from our
    house, I saw that our house was so bright, and there are so many people
    inside. “Oh God!”, I said to myself. “Maybe my father and our neighbors are
    celebrating for my mother’s recovery”. I continued walking and after a few
    minutes, I reached our house.

    The door was open and to my surprise, my father stopped me and pushed me
    out and shouted angrily,

    “You can’t see your mother’s dead body! You’re a robber! A disobedient
    daughter! You are the very cause of my beloved’s estate. I hate you! I don’t
    need you! Get lost! Go to Hell!”

    “But father please, I want to see my mother. I want to ask forgiveness from
    her. I want to see my mother.”

    “Oh God, what have I done? I’ve lost my virginity and honor. I’ve lost the love
    of my father. And above all, I’ve lost my mother. Oh God, how long will I
    suffer?”

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