She prayed that he would grow up into a man in the comfort of her love and care. Days went by and seasons changed. She lived for him and he lived to grow up into a man. And then, the fascination to do the supposedly extraordinary makes the son deal with the task he was assigned. Down went the dagger on the mother's chest and the son holds the mothers heart.
Darkness becomes dogmatic, silence prevails over everything.
My Grandmother couldn't have told me a better story a few years back. I am always fascinated by the theme of the above story. Fascinated by a mother's heart, this is - Austin.