The sound of drops of tears crashing on the ground echoed in the depths of the cave. Here, in the cold darkness, the lioness hid from prying eyes in order to finally give free rein to the feelings that had accumulated in her, which were scratching painfully in her chest, ready to break out at any moment.
– Why should I do all this? A low murmur into the void mingled with the rasp of claws scratching the stone floor.
– Wasn't it enough to take my love, my future, my pride away from me?... Now there is this lion cub... And besides, he looks so much like him... Someone I hate with all my heart... I wish he hadn't been born at all!..
– Mom?... – a quiet trembling voice, suddenly heard from behind, caught the lioness by surprise