“I am not yet old enough to like the past better than the present, although there are nights when I have a passing sadness for the unnecessary pains, the self-made foolishness that was, is and will be.
I do regret that I have spent too much of my life trying to find what I called “truth”, trying to find what I called “sense”. I never knew what I ment by truth, never made sense I hoped for.
All I mean is that I left too much of me unfinished because I wasted too much time. However”
[Lillian Hellman – An Unfinished Woman]
The one thing everybody knows about me, is that my mother passed away when I was two years old.
Many have witnessed the twists and turns my life took on account of this tragic incident and how it has broken me and rebuilt me into the woman I am slowly getting to know today.
Fewer still have gotten a glimpse into what it really means to be a motherless daughter.
As I am now fast approaching the age my mother was when she died and struggling with my place in life, I am sharing this journey with the world in hopes of finding kindred souls that can relate – other motherless daughters.