I studied the little black mark and the book. A part of me didn't like them back because they were hiding it away from me. About life them because I knew that if I could read them they will tell me the secrets of the attractive pictures my mother wanted me to see.
When I wanted to know what was in the box badly, my mother's hands moved, she said, i drew closer. I am dying, she said she sounded very tired and I said mother no. Never you will not die but you shall live I said.
Then she said for the last time musa if you love me you will learn to read the words and those books in that book sorry. She said.
I glanced at the book. I want to learn to read words. Musa, she said family, i want you to learn how to read this book. I will learn mother who do not die live for me mother please I beg.
She seemed very tired. Do you love me?
Mother, you are not dying and shouted with a loud voice. She reached for me. If you love me you will need to read the words in that book. I don't want you to be like your father and myself.
When she said that I felt kind of awkward I never saw my father or I hardly even knew him. I was told it died when I was a child but I need my mother and I loved her so much. I want to be like your mother I said. No do not be like me! My mother said I'll said.