MY MAMA

He learned the world through hunger and hiding, through cruelty that felt like a routine. They took everything-piece by piece from him-as if he was never meant to have anything. He could do nothing but watch. Small and helpless. Until someone who once offered warmth returned-silent, cold, and eyes filled with hatred, not towards him but towards the monsters. No prayers. No justice. Only burning with vengeance, to repay a debt she never took. He never thought he'd call anyone that again. "Mama....?"