My Life in the Evil Empire
There were four apartments on each floor of our new building. Adults that were inhibiting behind those doors were always asking me the same question: “Who do you love more your mom or your dad?” Terrible question – pure violation and abuse! But at the age of three I was not familiar with such terms and had to comply with the demands of those who were older and were in power. I didn’t want to hurt neither of my parents by publicly acknowledging that one of them is less privileged with my love.
So, I was always saying: “I love mama and papa too!” Or, “I love papa and mama too!”