My sweet kind hearted mother

My mother was the exact opposite of my father, she wouldn't even kill a fly. My mother was the image of perfect, she was loved and favorited by my father. My mother was murdered by one of the women my father raped, I guess the woman got jealous of my mother and slit her throat, even though the woman had just given birth, my father murdered the woman, my father never harmed any of his children or his women unless they deserved it, I was 5 years old when my mother died though, I was kept by my father's side until I started to rebel, I looked like my mother and I thought it was why I was alive but it was because my father wouldn't kill his own flesh unless absolutely necessary.