The entrance of the place was a master piece of filth, we descended under the ground and the deeper we got the worst was the smell. 

The walls were a disaster covered with something like grease mostly things leaking from above, the ceiling was another disaster, The smell of a pig’s farm would be considered a colon in comparison to this place.

 What is this? They treated them like animals, even animals lived in better places. The door opened, I was about to meet the man that destroyed my childhood and ruined my life.

He entered with a completely sordid outfit, begrimed and blackened. His eyes were popping out of his skull and his spine was seen through his raged clothes that man did not appear as the frightening monster that hunted my nightmares but rather a man who was rescued from a famine. I wondered if they did not feed them.

He looked surprised to see me as if he haven’t had company in ages. He said with a coarse voice “Who are you young man?”

“You do not recognize your own son” I said in a roughly manner more harsh than I intended.

But his expression changed and his eyes filled with tears he started breaking down slowly in front of me as if what I said was the last straw. He tried to touch my face but the cuffs and shackles prevented his movement, he stayed like that for a while but once he regained his composer he said “I am sorry SON, I really loved you and your mother”.

“Then why did you kill her?"