It was simple. No one ever suspected me.

I took it day by day. Each morning i’d wake up just a little earlier than her. I’d slip my fingers into the plastic bag that i kept under my mattress and weigh exactly .25 grams. Rat poison. It had to be exact. Too much would kill her instantly. Too little and she wouldn’t die in time.

Perfection was my only option.

I opened her yogurt. She woke up every morning around 2:30 am and had a few bites. Then,  she covered the rest with aluminum foil and ate it with granola in the morning. She was repetitive and obsessive- like a dog, i thought.

I pinched the poison between my fingers with ease and dropped it delicately into the yogurt. I mixed it around until it blended in perfectly.

.25 grams a day. 5 days a week. 12 weeks. 12 weeks was all it took to kill her.

When the day to end it all finally came, i had expected it. She was growing weaker and weaker and could barely handle a phone call with her boyfriends.

God forbid she neglect one of her boyfriends.

The last day i gave her half a gram. I knew that would push her over the edge. And it did.

It was a seizure. The poison gave her a seizure and she died. It was ruled death by natural causes. She was never tested for rat poison. There was no need to- no one ever suspected it was murder.

The days following were filled with lots of people around to give their condolences. There was crying and frowns and depressive monologues. I should have won an oscar for the performance i put on. No one suspected a thing.

The best part was cashing in on her life insurance. $100,000 coming my way. I wouldn’t need to lift a finger for quite some time.

“You’re her daughter?” the woman asked as she began filling out the proper paperwork in order to give me my money.

“I was.”