I’m 5. Randomly, I found red nightdress in grandma’s drawers. Image of femme fatale, who crush Uncle Styopa and Kapelka’s relationships into pieces, became ingrained in my everyday playing with dolls ever since.
I’m 10. I was perfectly aware of happening in my family and started to eat supper in my room.
I’m 14. I was reading their letters to each other and didn’t believe to any single word.
I’m 18. I was assured that my Uncle Styopa has never looked at the “red nightdress”, because he had everything and his wish was law for me.
I’m 25. I still haven’t eaten meal at a common table, but I’m finally learning to speak up for my worries.