Tag: feminism, mother-daughter

There is always a place where, if you listen closely in the night, you will hear a mother telling a story and at the end of the tale, she will ask you this question: ‘Ou libéré?’ Are you free, my daughter?”My grandmother quickly pressed her fingers over my lips.Now,” she said, “you will know how to answer.

There is always a place where, if you listen closely in the night, you will hear a mother telling a story and at the end of the tale, she will ask you this question: ‘Ou libéré?’ Are you free, my daughter?”My grandmother quickly pressed her fingers over my lips.Now,” she said, “you will know how to answer.