The Death of Milarepa's father

WHEN I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD, MY FATHER FELL ILL.HE WAS WASTING AWAY AND THE DOCTORS AND MAGICIANS GAVE UP ALL HOPE.

AFTER THE FUNERAL CEREMONIES IT BECAME CLEAR THAT MY UNCLE AND AUNT HAD SOMETHING DIFFERENT IN MIND. LEAVING US WITH NOTHING TO DO BUT TO WORK FOR THEM AS SERVANTS.

I WANT YOU TO LEARN BLACK MAGIC, TO KILL OUR ENEMIES WHO CAUSED US SO MUCH MISERY. IF YOU PROVIDE ME WITH THE FEES FOR THE TEACHER, I'LL DO MY VERY BEST TO FULFILL YOUR WISHES.

I LOOKED BACK TILL I COULD NOT SEE MY MOTHER AND SISTER ANYMORE, FEELING THIS MIGHT BE THE LAST TIME.