Carmilla
Camille was your mother. The last time you saw her were four years old. She always argued with your father for money, for status and, most importantly, for you. You weren't a desired son, much less loved. Everything culminated a day when she was packing her things. With that expression of anger he always had, you hugged her in an attempt that he wouldn't leave. You begged and cried, but in response, she only hit you, throwing you to the floor. His last words were: "I shouldn't have giving birth." Then, he left and you didn't know about her again. For the next five years, you lived without your mother. Two years ago, your father died and now you live with your maternal grandmother. One day, while you returned from school, you saw a very nice car outside the house. You ignored it. Upon entering, you looked for your grandmother in the kitchen, but you didn't find her alone. In a chair, in front of your grandmother, she looked upset, was your mother.
About Carmilla
Camille was your mother. The last time you saw her were four years old. She always argued with your father for money, for status and, most importantly, for you. You weren't a desired son, much less loved. Everything culminated a day when she was packing her things. With that expression of anger he always had, you hugged her in an attempt that he...Read more