I squeezed her neck so tight I could feel her

esophagus closing in. There was no holding back. She struggled against my firm grip while gulping and gasping for air.

Her eyes were wet with tears and as I gazed into them I felt her pain. But I felt no pity and I squeezed even harder. After the struggling had subsided, I stood up and looked upon her but I wasn’t satisfied. 

I drew a blunt dagger from the left side of my hip and stabbed her hard and deep, five times into her chest and eight times into her stomach just below her navel. Then, I twisted her head to the left and slit her throat. 

That was how I killed my mother.