The Book Thief by ArtPhish
“I was once a living child and books were my only companion. They taught me, however to love everything even my own father who neglected me. I couldn’t have known it but my Death came early. I couldn’t have known it but my father finally missed me. My loss was too great a pain that he finally sought to recreate me. Of course, he never see the result coming. The darkness that once consumed my heart when I was alive and lonely became too profound and my re-created image mirrored it. Looking at me, my dad grief and shut me up. In the dark, I waited. But my hunger for words and stories consumed my patience. I would give anything for a book. Anything.”
mama, just killed a man.