The one cruel action that changed my life forever......
My mother is dead, my sire is an alcoholic on anti-depressives, my brother is a terrorist and Im a lonely, mournful pre instill teacher who is trying to find my way choke off to life.
The story I want to tell, started the night our mother went to the discover and never came back; ever.
We were until that day an ordinary lower lower-middle-class family. My parents had chosen to move to Northern Ireland to improve their lives. It was easier to find jobs in that respect as well as the houses were cheaper. We were living in the urban center Dromore approximately 15 miles SW of Omagh. In Omagh my mother had a subatomic, but well established drapery shop, S. W. draperies. My brother and I had until the 15. August 1998 lived a harmonious life with Sunday outings, good afternoon tea and no larger worries than our exams etc. But this should concisely change....
My mother went to her shop, late evening, on Friday the 14 august. She had to prepare for the Saturday. The school holiday was soon over, so her shop was quite industrious selling school uniforms. A carnival was also planned, so she was hoping for a bit of extra business. There was a little one bed room flat on altitude of her shop.
It was meant to become mine the following summer, when I would hopefully be finished with university. She slept there that night as it got really late. She probably, as always opened up the shop at 9 Oclock, greeting her customers with a smile and a little chat. Having her lunch-break almost half one, walking around the corner down capital of Ireland Rd. to the little sandwich shop, where she always had her lunch.
This Saturday had been exactly...
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