Justice

Motherhood is a lot like murder. Both are born of passion. Yet another thought I chose not to speak out loud. Still, this woman on trial for the murder of her daughter's teacher- I wasn't convinced of her guilt. Not like the others were. Sure, it was clear, she didn't enjoy her role as mother. But, for her, decisions weren't mundane. She didn't spend her afternoons deciding to take the chicken or the pork out to defrost for dinner. No, for her, mothering involved different questions. Should she listening to the nagging voice deep in her gut? Should she check the pill bottle count in the medicine cabinet? Should she look under her child's bed for-? Should she tell her child's therapist her suspicions? Would her child ever be who she was before the rape?