How I Learnt To Hate..

My personal side sometimes comes out.. I hate that because it slowly kills me inside but i guess it's good to let it out here and now..

It's started when I was about 6/7 and it was the morning of mothers day. I got up, freshened, ate and ran to my room to work on my master piece..
I spent hours sketching , colouring... Thinking of the perfect message to write in that card... It was a card that meant everything to me... It told my mother how much I loved her and needed her.. It was my way of saying thank you for everything...
I go downstairs later that day to find my parents arguing, thinking it was no big deal, I walked up to my mother, my eyes wide and twinkling as I handed her the card...
Now I wasn't sure how this worked back then.. But I thought she would take it, read it, and tell me how much she loved it.. Only she took it, scrunched it up and threw it away right in front of me.. And carried on arguing.. Not noticing I was there crying... Crushed.. Torn .. Heartbroken...