"You're going to stay here .." said she to her 3-year old daughter , who fixed her with a teary gaze." I'm sure someone will find you and take good care of you , better than I did anyway ... I hope you'll end up, someday, by forgiving me ...

Trust me , it's not my fault .. Life has been tough to me , and I can't bare seeing you starving , weeping , dying in front of me .. I hope you won't remember me when you grow up , because i haven't been exactly that perfect mother people wish to have. I'm an egocentric , selfish , cruel one.

Don't give me that look please ... I'm sure you'll be much better without your alcohoolic mother , who spends the nights in night-clubs instead of being next to you when you go to bed , just to read you a pre_sleep book ."

The single mother closed her eyes , so that her tear couldn't fall on her ice-cold cheek. It was snowing that night . All the people in that neighbourhood were having dinner with their loving families , except both of them . The shadows behind curtains were moving happily around tables .. The sound of their joyful laughs have made the whole deal more and more difficult for that poor mother.

It wasn't easy for her to give up on that sweet little girl on the first night of winter , but she had no choice ; whether to let her die under her sight , or let her in the hands of destiny , to die alone . She still remember the day she gave birth to this sweet angel : It was snowing , just like today , and all the streets were empty ... She got into labour and no one was there to hold her hands , to wipe her sweat , to give her courage to face this world , and to assure her she wasn't going to die ...

She still remember the pain she had that night , the pain of getting ready to give birth to a futur-homeless baby , and the pain of having nobody by her sides at that rough time. "Even cats have someone next to them when they put their kitties ..." That was what she was thinking about right then . She came up to that stage when she believed that even animals have a better life than hers.

She had nobody to blame , but herself : she was the one who escaped from the orghanage when she was thirteen ,she was the one to get raped when she was 16 , she was the one to be a mother she didn't want to be when she was 17 ... That's true , she had nobody to blame , that's why she preferred to blame destiny for a decision she made , and for accidents that happened , that she had nothing to do about. 

She already made a decision , and it was time to leave . She couldn't even think anymore , she couldn't even ask herself whether she made the right decision or not ... That was what weak people do . Re-evaluating our decisions , our deeds ,may show that we're strong , may prove that we're not afraid of admitting that we're mistaken. We're human beings after all. 

She finally stepped back , threw a quick look on her little girl and turned her back , then kept walking without any return ... the street seemed to stretch under her feet ... She started seeing the lights of the dining -rooms turning off , started hearing the sound of those people who used to laugh into a sound of people who burst out sobbing ...

Next morning , they found both of them , mother and child , dead , in the corner of that street . She finally found out that it was better to die with her daughter , than to live with shame and guilt for the rest of her life ....