MissTick
Thingish Things

There probably are as many ways to hate as many people are on the planet. My way of hate is a quiet one. I keep it to myself for to me if I hate someone, they’re not worthy of my attention. It is usually enough that I know my feelings towards them. I do not seek satisfaction.  Unless it is related to someone who dared to hurt my child. I’m a Mother of Karmic Justice. I ask the Universe for a payback until it’s granted. No one can hurt my child without consequences. That’s normal for a mother, I’m not the only one like that. And my child is still a child to me even when he is no longer a child. I often think how the mother’s love works. When I had my lows and felt down and when I have had my challenges and was drawn in self pity, none of this was serious enough compare with when my baby got in trouble. I think, I will say the truth when I say that any mother, any true mother would always wish to take place of her children when it gets tough for them... The Kid went on holiday to Chile a couple of weeks ago but had to wrap it up and is now coming back home. Because the destination wasn’t friendly to him. He’s got mugged and while they didn’t manage to get hold of his possessions, they left him bleeding heavily and he ended up with few stitches on his head. Imagine my state when he called me to tell he’s coming home and eventually I pulled the story out of him. I’m yet to see the scale of the damage once he’ll be back, safe and sound. He sounded okay and is capable of independent travel. And tomorrow he’ll be with me. But today I’m asking of Universe to make sure all four of the rotten gang will get what they deserve. I’m a mother and I believe my hate is strong enough to make this happened. I’m not questioning why they did what they did, who were they and what brought them on the path of pitiful crime. I don‘t care that they are also someone’s children, I’m fully responsible for mine and I expect the same from every parent on the Earth. I don’t want to know the details of their difficult childhood or other details. I just want their Karma to find them sooner or later. And the sooner – the better. That’s how big my hate is. My heart turns black when I think of them. I am a mother. Not particular happy days for me, but at least I’m calm in the knowledge he is now on a plane, coming home to be wrapped in the warmth of my love.