This is easy.
The young woman's mother had had a boy that only managed to live for three days; this was when the two sisters were on their onset to puberty, and sadly, as the boy was born prematurely and given the fact that the hospital she was in didn't carry advanced enough incubators, it was alost cause. This threw the mother in for aloop, but not as much as when her husband died in a bizarre work accident a year later, and this in a new city no less where they didn't know that many people. In order to function, and in order to manage the two sisters' wellbeing, the mother adopted a survival mode and struggled on through life, setting aside her personal grief to be able to stay strong. Now, the plot device of the prematurely born boy carries an extra significance because when the mother later found a new partner, she unexpectedly became pregnant. This was three years in, in the new relationship, and she felt that she wanted to have another baby, perhaps in order to quench the gaping emptiness she felt when the boy and the husband died within the space of one year. But the new partner didn't desire a baby, so they parted ways and the partner left for a nearby country where he could build up a new life for himself. Alone again, she considered her options and asked the now adolescent sisters if they wouldn't mind having a new brother or sister. Luckily, they were happy. But the cruel part is this: the mother had a miscarriage.
Fastforward to 8 years later, and she had now been together again with the ex-partner for a handful of years. She too had moved to the nearby country, possibly in an attempt to escape the failure of conception. Her daughters now in their twenties, and well, she now found that she had too much time between her hands; in the past she had someone to worry over, her eldest daughter was a notorious wild child, and had often tangled herself into deep trouble. Her worry was so exact that at night, whenever a car passed by her house, she would rise from the bed to check if it was the police coming with bad news about the eldest daughter. But now that the eldest had found a relatively quiet corner for her life, she no longer could set aside her own hurt, and this is where the loss of the baby, husband and unborn child came to haunt her; so much, in fact, that she took to anti-depressants and pointless alcohol binges alone, partner in bed. This continued on, until the mother died mysteriously.
The fact deeply unsettled the eldest daughter, and she blamed her younger sister very much for never having said that the deceased mother's only way of living had deteriorated into worrying about anyone; and when the eldest sister confronted the younger sister about this, things got out of hand and the elder accidentally killed the younger.
Sob, sob. |
