Diary entry written by the Mother in Blood Wedding
Now it is over, I need not fear the loss of another son, for I have no more sons to loose. Curse the man who first thought it right to kill his fellow man. His heart was black as ash and ashes is what he should become. Why is it me who must suffer, why is it my sons must die. Why does god choose to take away all who would keep me company. Oh if only I had one daughter to sit by the fireplace with. To hold close to me and not have to worry about her flying off to death. But in the end it is not met to be. I am destined to live alone, to sleep alone, and to die alone. This is the punishment for a crime I know not of. My one hope is that when I die, my life will be as it should have been, with my sons and husband at my side.
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