Days past and all that is left in your mother’s jar is her pathetic cockroach self surrounded by her young crammed together with the now fully cleaned bones of what was once your father.
You are given a choice: you can end her suffering now or she will be forced to continue on. Or at best, watch her slowly starve.
Your canine mouth is pried open. A hand transfers the her from the jar, depositing her in your tongue. To you sad realization she has lost the desire to live, as she patiently sits on your tongue waiting for you to take her out of her misery. The hands hold your head towards a mirror so you can see her tiny brown body within your maw. It’s several agonizing moments and she doesn’t move. What are you to do. Could you really kill your own mother?