Killing Mum

KILLING MUM

A mother sits at a table alone, staring straight off into space.

The daughter approaches the table.

The daughter stops next the table and remains standing.

Daughter 

Mum?  Mum…MUM!

The mother is startled and slowly looks up.

Daughter 

It’s ok mum.  There is nothing to be afraid of.  

The mother starts to cry.

Daughter 

Mum…Mum, look at me.  In a few minutes, it will all be over, 

and nobody will be any the wiser.  Go ahead mum…

The daughter sets a large knife down on the table.

Daughter

…go ahead, kill yourself…

Mother

But…But what will your father think?

Daughter 

It doesn’t matter.  Don’t worry about what he will think.  

This isn’t about him, is it?  This is about you and your happiness!  

You need to do what is best for you!

Mother

…I don’t know…

The daughter slides the knife closer and sits down.

Daughter 

Mum…

The daughter takes her mothers hand.

Daughter:  

Mum, you know I love you.  I only want what’s best for 

you, you know that right?

Mother nods. 

Daughter: 

Then you need to do this.  If you can’t do it for yourself, 

do it for me.  Do it because you love your daughter and 

you want her to be happy too.  I can’t be happy if you’re unhappy.  

I know once this is over - both you and I will both be happy!

Mother nods in agreement.

Daughter stands up and walks out.

The mother grabs the knife slowly and begins to cut off a slice of cake.  She eats it, slides back in her chair, relaxes and lets out a “mmmm” and smiles.