'Okay, he will come once he finished his business.' Convincing myself I decided to go back to the hut and when I was about to open the door I heard the death chilling voice coming from the middle of the forest.

My legs found its way without my consciousness and before I knew it I was standing a good distance from the crying Blake. He was kneeling in front of the tree, his head was buried in his palm and he whimpered loudly.

"Mom, she hates me." He sobbed, his body was shaking ...