I am a queen of a small kingdom in Egypt. I have straight
black hair, wheatish skin and dark eyes like a cat's. I am wearing a gold crown
with a snake's hood on it. I am detached from my duties. I don't care about
the people or the kingdom. There is a
feast and I look unconcerned from the top. It is night time and there are
pyramids in the background.
I am sitting on the throne with a cup of wine in my hand. It
is poisoned. I killed myself. I was so lonely. It was the only way out of the
misery. Death was the only escape.
I am kid on the streets. In rags and looking at the market
and things. I look at the queen's convoy. She spots me and takes me. Adopts me.
Why me, I wonder. She was cold and never loved me. She is dead now. And so am
I. The Queen is my mother(from real life).
She was lonely. She just wanted some company. She never had
children. She had killed herself too. She didn't know how to show love. But I
was a kid. It was nobody's fault. I am sorry. I forgive her. I hug her. The kid
hugs her. And she feels love. For the first time perhaps. She is smiling. She
had never smiled before.
I don't have to be responsible all the time. I don't need to
take ownership of every thing. I must learn to move on and forgive.
I didn't have to kill myself really. I could have run away.
(Killing self is against the law is the universe).
