Mama's Scapegoat

The phone rang late one evening. My mother was dead killed by a drug addict she treated better than she treated her own children and grandchildren. Emotionally I was numb. After a lifetime of her abuse I felt no emotion. Not love not hate nothing. I did my duty by driving over seven-hundred miles and helping my siblings clean a bloody room empty the house and make funeral arrangements. I went through the motions and no one knew how I really felt. It's terrible to feel nothing but I guess that was my way of protecting myself.