Chapter 137
#14 Other Stories: A Daughter’s Story
I was born in a small village. While it was bigger than here, it was still small. However, the village was very peaceful and warm, and the harvest was good.
However, only one person was alienated in that peaceful village, and she was my mother. The villagers did not come near her as they called her a witch. The distance was neither close nor far, and they stayed just far enough for their voices to be heard.
The villagers called her someone who had devoured her husband and would bring catastrophe to the village. The children would throw stones, and the adults would curse her while shuddering.
However, she would always smile, which made me angry.
I shouted at her why she had to be treated that way and that they were all lying. She would then speak the same words.
“Um…sorry. I did…perhaps devour your father.”
I was in shock and would beg her to tell me the meaning. However, she would just scratch her cheek and would try to soothe me.
“You’re too young, Alice. When you grow older…”