My Mother, my brother and me
10 May 2026
Flashback post from my FB public feed from 2025 and my childhood. For Mother’s Day.
I was about 7 here. My brother had been born. I had a strong british accent and a mind already forged by violence. We moved to the white mansion on the hill a few months after this party. That’s another story.
This party…. One of many. He was a great host. A man of the people. Just not to his Wife, the Woman he stole his name from, named his spawn children after. I am the first BORN of this name. Oh but I…. digress. This party. She made the mistake of smiling when a man said something nice to Her, this beautiful, kind, haunted Woman. It had been so long since niceness was a thing in Her life.
NOW I am told that everyone admired my Mother. Wanted by all. A favourite of Her Mother’s. My Mother was HOT. How was that Her fault?
I saw him see Her get complimented. I saw his eyes fill with red.
This after he had flaunted one of his many whores at the party. […] When I saw his eyes TURN I knew what was coming. This party like all parties, wouldn’t, didn’t end well for my Mother.
I stuck by my Mother’s side. The company photographer kept telling us to smile.
My father ruined Her smile forever. The sound of Her cries and Her bones breaking are still SHARP in my mind decades later. Even more sharp now that I have CLARITY.