When I was little I had gotten into an argument with my mum. We where both mad at each other so my mum left the room. When she left I stewed in annoyance. And I thought out loud, “I wish the cancer had gotten her.” I know that I would never want that to happen and that I love my mum dearly, and that I was stupid and upset. But I will never forgive myself for even thinking this. I don’t know if I will ever live it down.
