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I had the best mother in the world. She wiped my filth and tended to my every need for twenty whole years, never once complaining. To pay for my treatment, my mother worked three jobs. She didn't care even when she was so exhausted she coughed up blood. Without my mother, there would be no me. I loved her more than my own life. So when my mother ruined my dress while washing it, I plunged the scissors straight into her heart, letting her die without any pain.