Please hide my identity
Growing up i lived with my mom and my grandmother. My mom was mentally ill, when i was born i found her that way. That led to me never knowing my dad. So my granny was someone who was on and off.
One day she wakes up very very happy and lovely and the next she wakes up angry at everyone for no reason. She lost her two children and husband in a fire years back. She says people were jealous of her and started accusing her of witchcraft. She's not sure what caused the fire but she says she suspects it's jealous neighbours.
My mom was her only surviving child. Guys my mom was super scared of my grandmother. She literally feared that woman with her whole being. When my grandmother wasn't at home you could see the sense of relive and calmness in her life.
But she would constantly look out the window to see if she's not coming back and if she doesn't see her she would jump like a child who has just received sweets. When she sees my grandmother coming then she would run into our room and hide behind the door.
I have always been a mother to my own mother from a very tender age. I bath her, make her food and so forth. I must have realised that i needed to take care of her at 6 years and i still am.
My mother had her own bedroom but she preffered sleeping in mine. That would sometimes anger my grandmother. I never understood why my mom was so scared of her own mother because they hardly spoke or do anything together. My grandmother ignored my mom's existence with everything in her.
My mom always told me that there is a very big snake and two old women living in her wardrobe. I never took her serious I'd always associate that with part of her mental illness.
One day my grandmother forced her to sleep in her own bedroom. That night i heard my mom screaming in a way that she had her mouth covered but screamed. I don't know if i am making sense but i hope i am.
Her room was outside. I ran out to see what was happening and i found a very big snake on her bed. I rush to get a spade and luckily i defeated it. We then threw it away. I took my mom inside. While we were screaming fighting the snake my granny didn't bother coming out to help.
In the morning i went to see if the snake was still there because my mom kept saying the snake is a person and she's going to wake up and come and kill us. I found the snake still there but still moving it's body powerlessly.
I took parafin and burnt it. While it was burning i heard a loud scream from my grandmother's room and i rushed there. When i got there i forced open the door and my grandmother was dead. She had a few burn scars and that was the end of the road for her.
I have never told anyone about this but this page gave me the courage. Since my grandmother passed away my mom's mental illness is getting better.
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