One mother, three children, three different names for mother. Times make us. Prejudice and stubbornness created my second sister and me. Complicated interpersonal relationships and an attitude of walking on thin ice. Looking back at my childhood there is only joy, no sadness, because everything has passed.
Special family circumstances require hiding and silence. Solitude is a rule of thumb.
It is a reflection on the times and a reflection on myself. Reflections on us.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
