Mother !

Why did you do this to me ? What did I do to deserve such shabby treatment from you.

Yes. I am complaining.

You know I stand outside religions, wandering alone in search of the Ultimate. Until I found you. After what you did to me tonight how can I ever stand on that hallowed ground praying to you for guidance. How can I believe that you won't trick me again.

If this is arrogance, Mother, forgive me as you would forgive your own son, because I am no longer sure that I am your son any more.

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