CINNAMON

ted house nestled in the heart of a forgotten neighborhood. It was a place where joy

e tired already. Terrified by her mother's cries, seven year old Namo stood behind the old worn out cushion in the tiny room and watched her mother with lit

d and he headed there. Few seconds later, Namo heard her mother's scream followed by the shattering of pots and pans. She ran hurriedly to the direction of the noise and found her mother on the ground laying on her stomach with blood streaming down her thighs. She quickly helped her up and looked at her father dead in the eye. "Can you see the stupidity of a witch you gave birth to? See how she's st