My mom always said that I was born to lead. For years she groomed me into a copy of herself. I was going to be her heir and sit on her chair, dictate terms and takeover firms. I learnt everything she could teach me and then some more. Today I’m ready to take the reins in my hand. Everyone is rejoicing except me. I wonder if they felt my absence.
Standing at the roof of the very building my mother rules, I question her every move. Slowly I touch the railing and as I balance myself on it, I ask for forgiveness from the Lord for I am going to sin.