Knowing Too Much Could Be Bad Karma

Last night was so strange. I woke up in the middle of the night crying and crying because I missed my mother. Most of the time, I’m really glad to be away from her. By the time my six months above are over every year, I’m always very glad to get back home to Hell and to Hades.

But I do recognize that there is something special about the mother-daughter connection.

I hope the little one I’m carrying is a girl. I could have found out before I began to carry her—or is it him?—but people warned me that knowing too much could be bad karma.