My mother was born in the 1940s, experienced poverty and experienced changes. Ignorance, poverty, innovation and explosive change are all reflected in them. There is love, hate, and resentment in parents' stories. Those of us born in the 1960s and 1970s who grew up under her original care have grown up in a wild way. Confused, kind, and loving. Reading our stories, you will see the shadow of yourself or your parents in us.
So pretty, so pretty