Even though I am happy, everything he said is true: women are always masochists. Looking back on my life, I was always a quiet and obedient girl, and that’s because I grew up without a mother. Only God knows how hard that is. I didn't have that special connection that all girls have. I didn't have that female guidance, that complicity. I always felt less when I saw my schoolmates with their mothers at festivals and plays, when they brought cakes or cookies they had baked together. When they talked about going shopping or to the hairdresser with their moms, I just stayed silent and faked a smile. Inside, I was dying of envy. I know it's bad, but how can you not yearn for what every child should have? Is that a sin? Could anyone judge me for wanting a mother who would braid my hair, play dol
