The Mother I Choose to Remember Is the Mother Who Didn’t Want to Lose Me
“I realized I had to change or I was going to lose you,” my mother told me. “So I did.”
“I realized I had to change or I was going to lose you. So I did.”
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“Not thinking about these things doesn’t make them go away. So, instead, I choose to look. It is staring into a dim room and letting my eyes adjust to the dark.”
Before I visited the Partition Museum, I had a sense that all the years of self-erasure could be undone if I just heard, watched, read enough. Now I’m beginning to rethink that strategy.