It was chilling, the breeze of the soft air brushed against my cheek, I wondered down an unlimited forest, tree after tree, some broken, some taller then ever, the birds were chirping, some finding victory, finding meals to provide for their own, some hungry for food and weak, it felt admirable, to know how quick ones live can change, I was on the lookout for wood, ironic since I was in a forest, with my mother, lily, is what she’s called. The best person in the world, always looking to help, I saw a bird, making a nest on the floor, I was confused, and my curiosity got the best of me as I got closer to the nest, the bird killed one of its own as it took its food, loose in the beak, and mokingly built a nest above, it brought me rage, but relatable ness, I needed her money, I killed my mother