Publisher's Synopsis
The first month of the year is when it all started...who would have guessed years later, that behind that beautiful smile was a person who could not only cut you physically, but cut you mentally. Words so hurtful, that even a kiss, if there ever was one, on the forehead didn't mean a thing. Actions so provoking, that made you want to slice your wrists. The madness resides where merriment should be. Sitting there as if it should be overlooked and never spoken of. The madness sits awaiting the company of misery. Playing host to the demons while turning its evilness on high. The madness is real, uncut and unapologetic. My mother's madness.
