Zuriel Stories

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My mom was sentenced to die for killing my dad, and for six years, no one believed she was innocent. But minutes before the ex*****on, my little brother hugged her and whispered: “Mom… I know who hid the knife under your bed.”

—“Don’t cry for me,” my mom said, her hands in cuffs and her voice weary. —“Just take care of Matthew.”

I was seventeen when she was found guilty.

My dad was found dead in the kitchen.

The knife was under my mom’s bed.

There was blood on her robe.

And everyone said the same thing:

—“It was her.”

I doubted her too.

That was my sin.

For six years, my mom wrote letters from prison.

“I didn’t kill him, sweetheart.”

I never knew how to answer her.

The morning of the ex*****on, they allowed her to say goodbye to Matthew.

My little brother was eight years old.

He walked in trembling, wearing his blue sweater, his eyes filled with fear.

My mom leaned down as best as she could.

—“Forgive me for not being there to see you grow up, my love.”

Matthew hugged her tight.

And then he whispered in her ear:

—“Mom… I know who hid the knife under your bed.”

My mom froze.

The guard stepped forward.

—“What did you say, kid?”

Matthew started to cry.

—“I saw him. That night, it wasn't my mom.”

The prison warden raised his hand.

—“Stop everything.”

The room turned to ice.

My Uncle Ray, who had come “to say goodbye,” turned pale and tried to leave.

But Matthew pointed his finger at him.

—“It was him… and he told me that if I talked, he was going to bury my sister too.”

My mom screamed my name.

I looked at my uncle.

And then I remembered something I had ignored for six years:

He was the one who found the knife.

He was the one who called the police.

And he was the one who kept the house after they locked up my mother.

The guard closed the door.

My uncle started to sweat.

—“That kid is confused.”

Matthew pulled a small plastic bag from his pocket.

Inside was an old key.

—“Dad told me that if one day Mom was going to die, I should open the secret drawer in the wardrobe.”

The warden took the key.

My uncle stopped breathing.

Because inside that drawer was more than just the truth about the knife…

There was also a photo of the man my dad went to report the very night he turned up dead.

PART 2: coming soon

You can never eat your cake and have it back.

First you deny the pregnancy, now you wants to claim the child. Do you even know what she pass through before birthing that child. ..

Please allow her to be

No matter how bad life treat you don't ever give up in life.

One day can change the whole story 🤷

Just imagine what someone posted 🤔

Dinner is ready ❤️

Mind your business as simple as that🤷

Imagine the type of men we have this days 🤔

Black in the school days🤗.

Hostel things❤️