— Why do you need such a spacious place to live? Better put it in Liza’s name; she has nowhere to live — said my mother.
The phone rang at three in the morning. My mother stood at the doorstep looking like someone ready to do anything. In her eyes burned a fire of despair mixed with her usual authoritarianism. She had come to take away my new life and give it to someone who, in her opinion, deserved it more. […]
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